I get home, and it was one of those days at home - it had been hard. My family asked for pizza. So we ordered pizza. Man, that stuff smells good.
I ate a salad.
I'm not kidding.
And I'm down another pound.
It was hard, driving home and smelling it, and then sitting there with my family while they ate it. But somehow I have to be able to make these hard decisions, these hard choices, if I'm going to make any lasting changes.
Off to work again. I'm hoping that the lunch for training today will be better. But even if not, I can do this.