GAME, not GAIN, I said. I spent Wednesday through Sunday at home with just Jake. Bill was in Philly visiting Dylan. I found that cooking for myself is silly. It's much easier to pick up something at the drive-thru rather than waiting for chicken to thaw, especially when you find all your chicken is ruined because the freezer went out. Another story for another time. I ate at McDonalds and Chik-fil-a. It wasn't too horrible and I made sure to check the calories before driving through.
What's worse is my brother has been talking smack about the 5K we're all supposed to run together. He has gotten it in his head that he's going to kick my butt. Ha, I say. Let me just go eat some more chicken nuggets and then we'll talk about who's going to kick who's butt at the 5K!
I decided to check out the damage this morning and got on the scale. What? I lost another pound? I was super excited. So excited, I laughed and then coughed. What? I gained that pound right back. Apparently coughing makes you gain weight. I would advise trying to hold in any kind of laughing, coughing, talking, etc. while standing on the scale. There's no telling what will happen. I'm really starting to dislike this weight game.
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