Time to get back in the saddle again.
Because this weekend, I seriously fell off the horse. Not just the horse. The entire buggy went skidding off the road, hit a big piece of pumpkin pie and rolled into a jug a wine.
If being a glutton was an art form, I have perfected the technique and will be offering courses at the local college. Sign up early.
Four days of eating everything in sight - oh and drinking.
There was wine, I saw, I conquered.
Exercise you ask? Well, there as none of that.
Unless you count getting up from the sofa to pour another glass of wine and nibble on yet another piece of pumpkin bread/cake/nuts/pie/chex mix/etc.
As you may notice in the photo, I was once again in the kitchen. That bottle of wine behind me is just one of the many victims. (Isn't my Grams the cutest thing ever?)
So needless to say, I didn't step on the scale at all.
But it all ends now.
Starting this morning, back to counting calories. Hitting the gym tonight where I will step on the scale and assess the damage.
Results to be posted tomorrow.