How the Fuuuuuuuuu?

The family and I took a sort of spur of the moment trip to Memphis and Arkansas this past week. We left last Saturday and drove to Arkansas to surprise my folks. Sunday we headed on into Memphis. We came back in the wee hours of Friday morning.

I ate like an asshole the whole time we were gone.

My mom made fried chicken on Saturday night and then Sunday my grandmother kept saying, "You're gonna blow away! Here's another slice of cake." Sunday night I was finally able to indulge in some of the Fazoli's breadsticks I've been craving for nearly a month now (the closest Fazoli's to us is 1.5 hours away - boo). We ate out for almost every meal and Hubs brought in donuts or kolaches for breakfast every morning.

There was no water consumed. No exercise.

So tell me how I stepped on the scale yesterday morning for it to read 142.2. Which was, by the way, more than a pound LESS than what it was before we left. *Shakes head*