Today was Scale Day.
Somehow I actually managed to lose a half a pound this week. This is particularly surprising because I had what you might call a Bad Week. It started with drunken karaoke-ing on Friday night. Continued with greasy hangover food on Saturday. Then Monday hit, along with a Mack truck loaded with stress (and brownies).
Like I said, a Bad Week.
Apparently, those five mile runs I forced myself to take as an alternative to drinking an entire bottle of wine each evening paid off.
And those endorphins? They really do a body good.
Hurray for endorphins!
