It's true - and that single statement pretty much sums up my whole weekend at the end of 'week 4'. I honestly wanted to forget my food diary at home, or even 'lose' it on the way to my appointment with Laura.

But when I walked through the door, she could tell by the look on my face that I had 'fallen off the bandwagon.' I'll start from the beginning of the downfall. Last Thursday was Valentine's Day. I did pretty well... the only 'bad' thing I ate all day was a single Hershey's Kiss. But Friday was a date night and my boyfriend took me to a very nice restaurant in New Buffalo.

Our appetizer was baked brie with apples and bread. For a pre-dinner drink I ordered a grasshopper (there's ice cream in that, so it CAN'T be too healthy!). Then before my seafood pasta dinner arrived, I had a dinner salad. Of course, we couldn't skip the bread pudding soaked in bourbon for dessert.

By the time the main course came, I was full, but ate a little because it tasted good. I felt VERY guilty during the drive home, but chalked it up to a 'special occasion' dinner. Friday night truly would have been ok, but I let it spill over into Saturday and Sunday.

As Laura sat looking through my book, she understood what happened on Friday night, but didn't see why I let it extend for the next 2 days. Sunday's food consisted of a banana and 2 slices of french toast (without syrup) for breakfast, some jumbo jelly beans later, and a couple of huge sugar cookies.

That's what prompted my dietician Laura to say, "After 10:45, you ate nothing but crap."

Fortunately, I was (a little) off the hook because I lost another pound this week! That puts my total at 8.5 pounds. It's pretty exciting, but Laura said I probably would've been down another 2 if I hadn't blown it so badly over the weekend.

Oh well. Cari had an appointment with her dietician at the same time as mine on Monday. She lost more weight too. We celebrated with lunch at Panera. :)