You know what Wednesday is...

For whatever reason, my mind takes an immense amount of joy in keeping track of all of the naughty things I've eaten over the past week.

Half a large Papa John's pizza.

One very tasty margarita.

Cheese curds and Culver's chocolate shake.

Salad doused in sour cream and other goodness.

Unknown amount of mini Milky Ways.

Five donuts.

Through the indigestion and all, I still managed to knock off another half pound for the week, down a total of 7.5 since it all started October 1. Maybe I have a tapeworm. Cause I really am befuddled as to how I've accomplished that.  

Perhaps it was those gazillions of trips to and from the Happy Honda during the move. Only my still very exhausted body can vouch for that.