I feel like a chubster today. I’m not saying I necessarily am one, but I feel like one. I am self-conscious in my shorts and ill-fitting t-shirts. Good thing tomorrow is Friday (dress down).
I ate a salad for dinner, but it was more points than I thought it would be. And I have the same salad for lunch tomorrow, but double the size: 22 points. Obviously, I can’t do that. I’m going to have to take out some of the nuts and cheese, otherwise known as the best part.
Shane is carrying Desmond’s clothes downstairs in his mouth and then laying down next to them. I think this is so cute. He loves his boy.