I hate Sunday. I hate that I have to go back to work tomorrow. It's not that I hate my job, because I don't, I just hate having to wake up early and be tired and know that I have to make it through five full days of working before I get my weekend again. Sorry, I'm a whiner. Moving on.
Despite my hatred of Sundays, today has been good. I had a nice veggie sandwich for lunch and an early dinner of butternut squash soup and spinach salad along with a nice hunk of wheat bread dipped in olive oil and balsamic vinegar. Yum! Tomorrow's my weigh-in, and I'm feeling much better about this Sunday night meal than last week's, which consisted of a deli turkey sandwich and potato chips of all things.
I'm hopeful for another decent loss tomorrow, but not positive it will happen. I did my best this week, but I did have the cooking class with the apple tart and a few other mishaps this week. The good news is, I worked out hard and am making progress in that arena. Now I'm off to enjoy what precious little is left of my weekend.