I guess I run now

The chicken sammie was probably a mistake, but Quiznos was next to Starbucks, so it seemed like the perfect non-McDs stop. & I really should’ve asked for no bacon or cheese, but I was all focused on just-saying-no to the chips & cookies. Although I didn’t exactly say no to the M & Ms, now did I? Argh, so many excuses & the truth is I could taste the overload of salt on the sammie, so now I’m worried about today’s step on the scale & thinking of saving it til tomorrow after I’ve had a chance to walk/sweat off some of the water I’m sure I’m retaining.

Okay, that’s silly. It’s only been 22 days since I last stepped on the scale, so I can’t expect big numbers anyway & it’s only about 7 weeks since I couldn’t fit into my fattest pants even…so I know there’s been some progress. I’m just terrified to find out how much or how little progress much right before I head home to the land of fried clams, clam chowder, & mom’s cooking. Okay, I’ve decided. I’ll step on the scale first thing tomorrow & post the news here before I leave for the airport. That’ll be 23 days since my last weigh in.

Today’s food:
Breakfast: a mystery in a house that hasn’t been occupied for weeks. I guess I’ll stop off at the local market for coffee & a piece of fruit. Save my calories for lunch
Lunch: cup of beer cheese soup & a side salad at the brew pub. I figure if I hit there for lunch, I won’t get a beer, but I will get my pub fix.
Dinner: leftover Thai apple salad & chicken curry