So it's Sunday, which is always weigh in day. I didn't plan on having cheesecake yesterday. In fact, when the menu was brought back for the selection of the cheesecake, I immediately slammed it shut, saying I wasn't going to have any. Ken followed suit and Marla looked bummed out. She wanted to get something, but wasn't going to if we weren't. Ken was the first to buckle. By the time the waiter came back, I had buckled, too. I blame both Ken and Marla for making me order the chocolate peanut butter cookie dough cheesecake. Those heartless bitches.
Anyway, with that being said, and not even mentioning eating a whole order of mozzarella sticks by myself the night before, I still had a really good weigh in. I'm back down to 190. I'm thrilled. I was sure I was going to have a higher number. I keep imagining what the weigh in would have been without the fried cheese or the cheesecake.
I was too lazy last night to grab the camera, but not today. Here are a couple shots of Marla and I together. Now I just need to email her the pics. Baby steps.... :-)