Weighing In

In spite of the fact that my children were tag-teaming me at the butt crack of dawn this morning (Z had an unheard of bed wetting accident that required a sheet change and Q has apparently decided to be be a rooster), I managed to get my sleep deprived, scantilly clad, recently relieved self on the scale this morning. Success! Dispite four days of the mom-in-law's fab cooking, I still managed to lose weight. I lost 1.4 pounds this week, bringing my weight-loss total to 5.6 pounds of buttery lard. That's like 22 sticks of butter! Go me!