Like most of you, I threw caution to the wind during my (too brief) vacation. I bought junk food at the grocery store, and I baked a batch of chocolate chip cookies before the trip that ended up FAR bigger than I intended. Or that any rational human being would ever prepare at one time for a family of three.
I told all of y’all not to feel guilty about it, and b’gawd, I’m not going to feel guilty about it, either. I’ll probably pay for it in a few different ways, but I won’t feel guilty about it.
On the plus side, we walked quite a bit in less-than-comfy temperatures and mostly survived. (Poor Dys’s Viking ancestry did NOT prepare her for this sort of weather. On the other hand, our son has a better than average chance of looking like Alexander Skarsgård because of said heritage. Pick your poison.)
As it turns out, all day Saturday I was wearing my belt on the tightest notch…and I didn’t notice until day’s end. That’s a minor victory. I’m not sure I could wear it on that notch today, but hey, it’s within striking range…