Holiday weight

2weeks of eating like a Canadian has undone a lot of my hard work. But who can resist a dipped cone From Dairy Queen, East Side Mario's bottomless caesar, or that lemon merangue pie at Swiss Chalet?!
Using the boobtube (god that's a horrible name for a bit of clothing) to gauge my ability I get back on track.
Today we weighed in, this afternoon I worked on my tan by the pool. Feeling fat and disappointed with myself sucks, but thanks to my mom, I don't have to be pale as well.