... four to go.

I hate measuring portions, and I'll tell you that Friday night I was in such a foul mood - my Treo died on me, and I had to buy a new one - that I overate waaay too much when I got home from work and skipped my run. I had a peanut butter sandwich, some leftover lemon-pepper shrimp and pasta, a No-Pudge brownie and some frozen fruit. Out of hand, seriously. I just kept heading back to the refrigerator, grazing. Then I went out and had a couple of drinks, adding to the fiasco.

Other than that, not a bad week. I don't always make the best choices when it comes to dealing with stress, but I've learned not to let it slide me completely off track. I take my knocks and get back up again. Tonight, however, after the running clinic I'm headed to, I'm making food for the week. Soup and a couple of casseroles. I want to have stuff prepared. Friday night was the result of a crappy mood and a lack of preparation. I'd like to not repeat that.

Posted by Erin at 05:11 PM | filed under: Weigh in