Well, it could have been worse.

Well, yesterday, I took the kids to get a birthday lunch for Amelia, who turned 4.
We went to Sonic, and instead of getting my usual double cheeseburger and a large fry and extra large coke, I got a hot dog meal (which is two small hot dogs, (though one was chili and cheese, in my defense, the other was onions and saurkraut, so it wasn't as bad fat and calorie wise) and I did not make it a larger combo, which means I had a medium fry and a medium coke. I did not even finish the soda though because half way through driving around, Chandler started trying to steal Kays, so I gave him the rest of mine.

After we got home, I crashed because I had been up since 9 pm the night before. I slept straight through until about 330 this am, and so here I sit. I had to run to the store to grab garbage bags, and I must admit I bought and tried one of the new coconut 3 musketeer bars. I MIGHT have chased it with a regular one too, and then came home and ate one of those little packs of the two sausage biscuits. SIGH. Now I feel gross and REALLY wish I had my incline trainer already.

At this point I am begging hubby to just do it already.