The good news is...
I've discovered where all the young people are.
"Oh. I thought you were going to say you lost 5 lbs."
That brings me to the bad news.
I gained 1.8 lbs.
Yes, I gained.
To be honest, I didn't track anything, celebrated St. Patricks Day, and went to a girls night out where I set my rice cakes aside and ate little smokies, and meatballs.
Now, don't say, "At least..." "At least you didn't gain THREE pounds!"
I accept it.
It was my fault.
Now I'm moving on.
I'll get to 20 lbs if it kills me.
At least I'll be 20 lbs lighter for the funeral home.