sitting here eating a lovely chef salad as I type. So GOOD for me. Way to go sandra! High five! (see how I have to psych myself up for this???)
Resisted the urge to time my picking up from school with a swing through the McD's drive thru. I mean, sheesh, I can *assemble* a salad faster than a trip to the golden arches and back.
My hubby, the little scoundrel, has dropped 20lb. since Christmas. Bugger. How, you ask? By not eating after dinner, and stopping ordering the double Quarter Pounder with a cheeseburger chaser. Rascal.
Anyway. I realize that my lifestyle has contributed to *my* extra layer. All the crops & retreats with scads of potluck goodies, gourmet meals, late night munchies. And running around like a nut job all week in between, putting much less effort than necessary into eating right.
So I figure any time I can substitute a salad for something worse, I'm doing myself a favor. Baby steps.
Did I mention my hubby is a scalawag?