what a classy dinner

There's no change in any updates from Pop Pop. Things get more complicated every day, and yes, he *could* still pull out of this, but I'm not expecting him too, and I don't think that makes me a bad granddaughter-in-law (do we seriously have a name for that?).

We just got back to Maryland last night, and didn't get back to our apartment until about 8pm. With a ton of dirty clothes. And no food. But we had grocery bags. And laptops. And clothes. And new boots. Everything up the 41 stairs to get to our apartment. It sucks. Whatevs, we'll move, eventually.

I had to whip up some dinner, and this is what the end result of this week looks like:

that was a completely full glass of wine...

and this picture was taken when i was about half done...

Yes, you read that right. Any entire box of no-name-brand mac and cheese, with extra butter and less milk (that's the secret to AWESOME boxed mac and cheese) right out of the pot, and a rather enormous glass of Arbor Mist. In my defense, leftover mac and cheese tastes like garbage, and I wanted to finish the bottle of Arbor Mist that's been sitting on our porch for a long time. It was glorious, enough to relax, and let me get a little silly, while equally annoying my husband.

I did WI this morning - knowing that the scale was going to hate me and yell at me for eating junk food and giving into all the cravings that I've had this past 5 days, but I WI'd anyway and I'm up - 5.2 pounds. A few pounds, 2 or 3 of that might be a legit gain, but I know that most of it isn't. I'm determined to get back down to where I was last week by next week. And I can do that. I only earned 2 APs my last WW week, and was in the red by Friday night.

Oh that's right, I had a binge on Friday night. Seriously, a binge. We stopped at Sheetz for dinner and I got a 6 inch sub w/ cheese and mayo, and fries. No biggie, right? Well then I got hungry for KFC and ate another full meal -- 2 drumsticks, and 2 servings of mac and cheese. I tracked it, and moved on. Then it went downhill from there; hospital food, SIL's cooking, whatever I could find to eat, I ate. But I'm moving on. I don't regret it, and I can still loose. 1 week of gaining isn't going to kill my WLJ, I know that.

So I'll be moving on, and I'll be eating fruits and veggies again, and getting my butt to the gym tonight. I can do this.