With hands on my cheeks, commencing horror flick scream in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…..

I made the mistake of stepping on the scale this morning and guesstimating on the generous side what the number would read, as I always do. I of course didn’t take into account that salty soup for dinner last night or the fact I have been off my exercise game d/t sickness, OR the fact that my middle-of the night calls (three) I had to go out on last week keep me snacking while driving to stay awake.

Stupid scale.

Trying to fight the urge to go on a cleanse or fast. But dammit if i am not an all or nothing type of girl.

Done bitching. Time for a walk with the pups then off to work. Insanity work out later perhaps? I need a workout buddy….