I have fallen off the wagon. Sunday, I had a Coke. It was a very enjoyable five minutes until the guilt set in. I also haven't exercised in two days. Bad Bad BAD!!!
I will go and do it now. (sigh) Just waiting for results is the hardest part. The scale says I've lost a few pounds, but my clothes don't fit any better than they used to. I wish I was 17 again and could eat whatever I wanted without worrying about it. I used to be a hottie. Now I just look like somebody's Mom.