Scale was up two pounds this morning. Sigh.
I can't say I'm surprised. We went to a dinner party with old friends last night, and while my eating wasn't horrible, there was A LOT of wine. I drank gallons and gallons of it (OK, probably four glasses over the course of four and a half hours). I woke up this morning with a headache and dry mouth for the first time in years. So the weight gain... probably not nearly as bad as it could have been.
It was fun, though. I was a little nervous because the hostess had mentioned she was serving pasta and meatballs, and I really haven't had much pasta. I ended up eating a few meatballs and ate around the pasta, no one noticed and it worked out great. It was a relief. So much so that I celebrated with another glass of wine.
