I had to put my sweet old dog to sleep on Saturday morning, so it was a tearful weekend and I treated myself with a couple of cocktails and a 6 oz New York Steak. I had popcorn and mango for lunch. It was a strange day.
On Sunday my husband wanted to get out of the house - he was missing her tippy taps across the floor - I had a hamburger for lunch at a local spot with a nice patio. I don't happen to like cheese on my burger, just mustard and tomato and the bun was "whole wheat." I am sure it wasn't the healthiest choice in the world, but it tasted like a treat and now I have had my red meat for the month.
I still haven't bought a new scale and the digital one suggests I am down another pound. Not too much damage done. Except to our hearts.
