So, with trepidation, I stepped on the scale this morning. Three days of no workout. (My intentions in my hotel room were good ... they just didn't materialize.) Four days of rather crappy eating: late-night heavy food, too much booth candy, not nearly enough veg, rice and bread and Tollhouse cookie bars. Too many Tollhouse cookie bars.
And guess what?
I weighed the same as I did when I left.
I love how that works.
So when you're out there, mentally cursing the exercise, remember that it will help you on the days you just can't do it. Be nice to your body and it will return the favor. It's a lot like your husband that way.
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