I think my scale is broken.
Depending on where I put my scale on the floor I get a low of 142.4 lbs and a high of 147.8 lbs. All within minutes of each weigh-in.
So instead of dwelling on that, I will now tell you about how the big move from Oregon to California has been going.
I've been staying at hotels for about a week now.
There have been lots of meals out.
Which means lots of tempting food choices.
And way too much salt in everything.
The little cafe in the hotel sells ice cream sandwiches. I had three of those bad boys this past week.
But I've been pretty good about keeping on track with my food choices otherwise.
Onwards to a fantabulous moving photo montage just for you. Here's what's gone down in the last seven days:
|Last night the old house in Oregon.|
We stare at the ceiling when
we don't have WiFi or Cable TV
|really. big. truck.|
|Load 'em up.|
|Off to the first hotel in Oregon. |
With cat litter.
That's how I roll.