The scale read 177.4 this morning. A tribute to my self pity ( I typed "spitty" twice before getting it right). I am on the right track today. I ate breakfast at home, I have emergency oatmeal in my desk, packed a nice salad for lunch. I'm rocking the core at the moment, however brief that moment has been.
The scale this morning was a total slap in the face. My body has been crying out for help and I've been completely ignoring wallowing in my over scheduled stress. I think I've got a handle on this for the moment. I have a nice apple in front of me and I plan on eating it as soon as I'm done visiting with you all here.
Catch ya later!