I had a bad weekend on the food. Dinner with the family at a classic ol supper club type restaurant. I got the New York Strip, and I was really good about putting only 1 pat of butter in the baked potato. It was the three dinner rolls (with their accompanying butter) and the weissbiers that got me in trouble.
There's a part of me that wants to not eat anything today to make up for it, but the good part of me understands that weigh-in Wednesday should bring bad news. I want to get away this with, but I shouldn't.