It was a beautiful day in our neighborhood today, so we took Poppy out to the park. She was due for a nap, and I figured she’d fall asleep on the way there. She didn’t, and she was a little bit crabby while we were there. She did fall asleep on the way back home, and she was sleeping in the stroller until just now.
There’s always been a special place in my heart for Don Knotts, and that little place hurt a little today when I read that he’d died. Here are a few reasons why:
It’s just the first week of Flab-Be-Gone ’06, and it already feels like I’ve blown it.
Poor planning is very often my downfall, weigh-loss-wise. Yesterday, I did plan to eat nachos, and I thought that would be OK. I still had 17 Flex Points to get me through to Tuesday and I was going to Jazzercise this morning.
I didn’t Jazzercise. We didn’t have anything planned for lunch, so I ended up eating three chicken strips and onion rings from our local BBQ. Now I’m facing zero Flex Points for the rest of my WW week unless I forgo dinner tonight. Which is scheduled to be a yogurt and the two leftover chicken strips from lunch.