I'm on the phone with my dad the other night. The doorbell rings and I exclaim, "Ooh! That's the pizza guy." To which my dad replied, "What are you doing ordering a pizza?" Ouch.

I have fallen off the wagon. I have fallen off so thoroughly that I can't even find the wagon (or, you know, the scale) to get back on. Blah. And all those doctor appointments? Started with the super fun visit to the weighs-heavier-than-any-other-scale-in-the-universe scale.

I will get back at it. I will do a weight report as soon as I locate a scale.

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