So I am afraid to step on a scale this week. Last week went so well! And my real life is also going along like clockwork. And then on Sunday I read this and kind of just, well, I don't know. It's truly awful.
I knew her. She went to my high school. She was the same age as my sister. We were in Pony Club together and rode in the same lessons for years. She was such a nice person. A single mom the 5 year old twin boys. It's such a tragedy.
I also knew him. I babysat him for years. I watched him grow up. He had a rough upbringing, but still that is no excuse for such terrible behaviour.
Bah. Just Bah. And humbug too.
So I have been rolling this around in my head, trying to make sense of it, and eating more than I should be.
Tomorrow is a new day, and I will start fresh. But tonight? Please pass the chips.