Started yesterday off down a pound and feeling good. And then, that small part of me that is Spanish from my beautiful grandmother decided that I needed to celebrate Cinco De Mayo despite the fact that it's not actually a Spanish holiday.
So, while out on store visits in Pueblo and focus groups last night in Colorado Springs, I indulged at Mi Pueblito... a Mexican restaurant that I just recently found out was now owned by an old friend... and Chik-Fil-A. Somewhere in my celebration, I found two pounds.
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