Faced the scale this morning. I won.
A small loss, but in my opinion no loss is small. So, I guess I worked out enough this week to combat all that beer and pasta salad at the family reunion.
Seems to be all about finding the correct balance between beer, plus ocassional treat, plus Mexican food, stir in several workouts and viola: Scale success.
I can tell I must be hungry. I'm thinking about my lunch and how I can't wait to eat it. There are a few little things to look forward to, when one works in an office.
Sadly, sometimes lunch is a highlight.
Ready, set, Grab that plastic fork.