First of all it’s Monday.  Monday’s suck just because they are Mondays.   Second of all, I’ve been thinking about my dad all day and trying to not burst into tears.  I have a tendancy to blow things out of proportion and create my own scenarios.  He hasn’t even seen the oncologist yet.  Not until tomorrow.  I have to stop thinking about it until I actually get some prognosis.  Then I can freak out.   But today, that’s all I could think about.  I wasn’t even hungry at lunchtime, but I ate anyway.  I didn’t want too.  I asked myself “Why eat? You aren’t even hungry.”  But I did.  *sigh*

Then I get a call this afternoon from my daughter’s daycare that she was running a fever of 101.3.   Great.  Called the doctor’s office and got her an appointment.  Yeah, she has the croup.  Great.  That meant mommy’s not cooking dinner because I’m dealing with a clingy one year old.   So DH went and got subs. 

Life gets in the way of weight loss plans.  I hate it.    So I am going to **attempt** to figure out how many points I consumed today.

  • Amy’s Tofu Scramble - 7pts
  • Vegetable Lasagne - 6pts
  • TLC granola bar - 2pts
  • 1/2 veggie sub w/ cheese - 6pts

So that’s 21 points right there.  I also had some BLT’s (that’s weight watcher code for Bites, Licks, and Tastes.)   I had a few bites of the Peanut Butter Noodles I made my daughter.  A few bites of the baked Cheetos DH brought home.   Oh yeah, and a tortiall with some hummus.  Not too bad, I guess.    Yeah right, who am I kidding?  Monday’s suck.