151.6. Again. And it's all my fault. Yes, my boss took us out to lunch yesterday, but I'm the one who ordered the Philly cheesesteak, and took the half I did not eat home for supper. And tonight my husband is taking me out to supper, at a place with a huge salad bar. It's up to me to make good choice, even if the chicken wings are calling my name. And to eat what I do have slowly and mindfully, to squeeze the very last ounce of enjoyment out of the portion I choose to eat.
But...it's persistence that pays off.
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