Well, I didn't do well at all this weekend. Not even a little bit. And the scale this morning proves it...I'm up a pound.
I ate pizza twice (again!) once with breadsticks and once it was NOT cheese only...it had a ton of stuff including BACON. Sigh. Pizza is my weakness, as you can tell. I love, love, love it and could probably eat it everyday if need be.
I also had an Egg McMuffin, although I did pull out the egg yolk to help cut down the calories.
Then last night I made spaghetti with meat sauce (which in and of itself wasn't too bad...) and paired it with another of my weaknesses. A big, fat loaf of French bread. I had two not-so-small slices and there is still half a loaf on the counter. I should throw it away, but I really don't want to...
And the cherry on top of my weekend of junk...Oreos. Lots of Oreos. The mini-ones, but still, there were MANY Oreos consumed.
I just completely gave up this weekend. Not sure why. I'm just tired of not eating whatever I want! I'm throwing a fit like a child. Wah.