Last night I was in bed with the lights off at 9:30pm. That is unheard of for me, as I am typically a night owl.
However, I'm pretty darn busy right now, I had a hard weights session last night, and top off all that with the monster amount of cleaning and running around - I think it was a well deserved night off.
One bad thing: Old habits die hard.
I was out at the walmart getting a new doormat, and thought that I would go and get a tiny small ice cream, but inside I already knew that I was going to get a pint. And that I was going to eat that pint all by myself.
So I got home, told myself a bunch of lies about how good I've been and how I'm only going to eat a little bit. Then I sat down on the couch with the spoon - and tried to eat it all. I couldn't. Gandalf the Sleeve Wizard did his job and stopped me. So, all I did was make myself sick, and barfing ice cream is really so so nasty, so nasty.
Mission accomplished ... in terms of negative reinforcement. I have the remainder of that pint in the freezer and honestly, the flavor is not appealing anymore.
Weigh in this morning; 251.4 - holding steady.
On a good note - we had our house listed last night and there are 4 viewing booked for today, 2 for Thursday and one for Friday already. WOOT! Sell Sell Sell.