I didn't see them coming. Really! I mean, who could have known that ordering a combo at Wendy's would mean the attack of an entire (small!) bunch of french fries. And once they were there on my tray, I couldn't let them go to waste... I mean, what would my mother have said! So, I confess. I ate every last one of them. And I enjoyed them!

Of course, that was just the beginning. Since my step-dad and his dog were pulling out in the RV on the 4th of July moving to Florida, we had to have a big farewell dinner. And of course, dad picked (with only a little coercion from my aunt) the Outback Steakhouse. Having never been there before, picking just one entree was asking too much. So my friend and I decided to split two... a prime rib dinner and an order of Fettuccine Alfredo with grilled chicken and shrimp. Yummm! But I think there was enough food in those two dinners for at least three people. So I'm not terribly optimistic about weigh-in this week. Did I mention the Frosty at Wendy's?

But, I have been faithful about going to Curves three times a week. And I only spent about 10 minutes in bed this morning grumbling about having to get up at 5:45am. By then, it was 5:55am and no way for me to get to Curves by 6am to meet my workout partner. But I'm proud to say I got up and went anyway. And she didn't even show up until 6:20am. The nerve!

It really is amazing to me how I can sneak in just a few more treats without actually gaining weight when I'm working out. Of course, that's not going to help me with the big challenge... but it sure helps keep my mouth happy!

Ciao for now... (or should that be chow!)