I Don't Wanna' Know.

I was doing so great yesterday. Everything was balanced - work, housework, exercise, quality time with the kids.

Then I came home from my power walk at 11:30 PM and my husband was digging in the fridge saying he was hungry. I stood there, puppy-dog faced and just stared. He stopped digging, looked up for a second and said, "What?"

"I'm hungry too," I whined.

I asked him if he was going to eat the leftover Mexican chicken salad and he said no, so I grabbed the tupperware and headed to my desk.

I didn't even get on the scale this morning. I don't wanna' know.

Let's just try this again - shall we? Keeping my fingers crossed I can hold it together. It IS the weekend, after all. That's when I'm typically on my worst behavior.