I haven't really lost a lot in pounds, but I'm sure I've shrunk in inches. I know this because I have a pair of pants that are falling off my behind. This surprises me because I ate nothing but crap this past weekend. I went to Utah to help my husband pack. Since a lot of the kitchen was already packed, cooking was out of the question. We ended up heating pizzas in the oven and eating take out a lot. My husband and I were not together for Valentine's Day this year because he is still in Utah working. So we went out to dinner Saturday night to my favorite place, Wingers. OMG! They have the most delicious wings I have ever tasted. Their Amazing Sauce is ... well .... Amazing! Then day two, Sunday, we promised our son Jason that who ever helps us with the packing and dumping will be treated to pizza or whatever. So we sent Jeff to get Taco Bell. And yes I could have ordered something off the fresco menu, but did I? No! (Slap my hand for that). Day Three (Monday) , departure day back to Idaho. It was Panda Express for lunch before we left Utah. Then when we got into Pocatello, hunger set in again and it was a grilled sourdough burger from Jack n the Box.
So how is it that I managed to go down a pant size and stay that way after a weekend of gluttony? Maybe it was the hard work of sorting, packing, and dumping.
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