My weight history chart has ADD. Typical. It's Geminiacal. Figures.
De rigueur, I didn't record my calories over the weekend. No biggy. But here we are at Wednesday and, what with one thing and another, I've had little interest in giving a damn about any of this this week.
On Sunday I made deliciously evil carnitas which have provided me with a reason/excuse/taco filling since then. (Ref taco whore in profile photo. I'd crawl a mile for a taco.)
Yesterday, Steve and I had massages. After a massage, I care not for standing at the stove (plus, we had a coupon so what could I do, right?), so we went to Bunz & Company and OMG they had cheesy-potato soup. OMG OMG it was delish! Tiny cup; probably 42zillion calories and I Don't Care.
It's just a phase, yo. I'll get over this.
