Today I'm home and other than a possible run to the grocery store for more fruit, I have no plans to leave the house. This makes it so much easier to be good.
Food and friendship seem to go together. It's fun to go out to lunch and yap it up. A brownie on your desk or sweets in the break room for all to share are meant to be good things, but considering the number of people I work with that are in the same or worse boat as myself, it seems to be misguided.
I plan to eat loads of vegies and fruit and suck down gallons of lemon water.
Maybe it will save me from dissapointment on Monday, or maybe I'll just be good and still get slammed when I step on the scale, but I just have to get back to whatever was working for me there. It's a daily battle. And it sucks.