Dastardly Details of the Measuring Tape
So, we all got measured at dance class yesterday. What the!!!????!!! Ouch. Wake up call.
I keep skirting around raw. I get on track just to give it up for some stupid warm...cooked...quick...something. AGH! Have I no restraint anymore???!!!
Crawling in bed last night, my husband said, "Ok...Monday...we start eating better." Thank God! I need the support. So, I'm going to celebrate my daughter's birthday and let that be the end of my splurges. I need to get back to raw. Until Monday ya'll!