Soooooooooooooo I had my weigh-in this morning and am not as excited as I was last week. Granted, I was NOT on plan so I should actually be thankful that I did not gain anything. I lost 0.2 which is a loss, which again, I should be thankful for.

After this initial disappointment subsided, I took a look back on my week and I could actually pin-point where I had gone wrong. I was good all week until Friday afternoon. My husband and I went to visit his grandparents and we had been there for all of 10 minutes when his sweet, loving, amazing-baker grandmother offered us apple pie. This isn’t just any apple pie either. This is homemade from scratch apple pie filled with Mamaw’s love and an extra fifty-eleven calories. She asked if we would like some and my husband, the good man that he is, told her that we would love to split a piece because he knew it would be a gazillion points. So she says ok and starts getting us some pie. After a couple minutes she comes out of the kitchen with two massive plates with two equally massive pieces of apple pie on them AND big scoops of vanilla ice cream. Declining the treat would break her heart so it was too late….and I ate the whole thing.

If anything, I vowed to be OP for this entire week and work out like a maniac so that I can have a good weigh in on Monday. Nothing like a little motivation! Next time, I’ll say I have a stomach ache or something

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