There are weeks when I'm glad I only weigh in once a month and this week is one of them. I've had not one, not two, not three, but four disastrous days. Cake decorating class on Saturday meant we came home and ate the fruits of our labor, followed by lunch after church with friends on Sunday and since we were already riding high on the cheating wagon, we ate sponge pudding and custard for dessert. Then Monday and Tuesday brought forth sweet things I put high up in the cupboard after Christmas (not high enough, obviously!).
Never mind, onward and upward and back on track today. In the words of my favorite phrase, C'est la vie, or in Scarlett O'Hara's, tomorrow is another day!