Ugh...
Sounds like we have all fallen short on our willpower this last week.
Battling pneumonia, some very difficult situations with work and the impending doom of the big bday next week, well, I have had a carb fest.
That damned Paula Deen and her sweet tea brined buttermilk battered fried chicken. (It was tasty delish, tho)
Worst thing is I physically feel like ass.
I'll get up tomorrow and look for my willpower. It must be in my suitcase... briefcase... knitting bag...
