The site went and changed on me. I hate surprises.

I screwed up pretty good over the weekend. Drank Saturday night and snacked. Then Sunday went to Dad’s for lunch, and I swear all that man knows how to make is fried food, fattening food and fattening fried food. So, I had 2 salads(full fat dressing). And some corn on the cob. And some fried cod (with tartar!). And some french fries. OOPS!!! To top it off, he made some brownies with the chocolate goo stuff on top of it. I refer to them as the “evil pan of doom”. I didn’t touch any of it at his house. Yay! But then he SENDS HOME evil pan of doom! Did good for the first couple hours, knowing my boyfriend was going to take one for the team and take pan of doom to work in the morning (far too willingly, I must say! I wish I could eat that stuff!). But then I kept smelling them. One forkful won’t hurt. Or two. Ok, three and four are killing my efforts.

But the brownies are out of the house, and probably working their way through my boyfriend’s bowels, the weekend is past, so the only thing to do now is look forward.

I didn’t gain this weigh in. But only lost a few oz. Still sitting at 236.