'Twas the night before weigh in...

...and I'm a basketcase yet again. This time, I'm not crying wolf, I'm crying fat. It was a rough weekend. Two parties! I managed to eat well at one, not-so-well at another, but drank like a fish! Ahhh - my diet nemesis...red wine! I'm trying not to let it get me down too much, because I know I'll come back fighting next week. I just really, really need to lose at least 1 pound to stay on track with my goals. I exercised a lot this weekend, but not as much as I'd have liked to. And, mother nature will have her say in the scale this week as well, if you get my drift. Argh! Like I said, I'm trying to not let it get to me. (And if you believe that, you'll believe anything!) FML! Cheers, S.