Holiday Recovery

I hope you all had a good Easter! I was running around so much getting ready for it that I had no time for snacking or chai lattes. By Sunday morning, I was down another two pounds from Friday weigh-in! But Easter festivities (and leftovers) took care of that. SOMEONE GET THIS JUNK OUT OF MY HOUSE.

I asked my husband this morning if he minded if I brought the leftover pies (oh yes, plural) into work. He didn't understand why I wanted to get rid of them so fast. Dude. You're the one who drove me to lap band surgery. Considering how I never shut up about it, I'm mystified how he could forget that I'm a calorie counting fool and - do you KNOW how many calories are in a slice of apple pie? And that's not even counting the Blue Bell ice cream that you just have to put on top.

So, this morning I wrapped up one slice of pie (that he'd better eat tonight and not leave it there taunting me) and brought the rest of the pies and leftover rolls into the office so the breakroom vultures can go to town. I'm on my second giant cup of water and it is back on track time.

I have an adjustment appointment tomorrow morning. I'm paralyzed with indecision over whether to get a fill. I feel like I could be less hungry and maybe need to snack less (though I usually make good, protein friendly choices). But I loathe the idea of getting stuck more easily, or not being able to eat the occasional small servings of bread and pasta. I'm a Libra, so balance is vital to my life. And no, I'm not really a crazy lady. I just sound that way.