It was the best of times and the worst of times, to paraphrase the famous line, and it was my experience this past weekend.

The bad:
I did not journal my points this weekend and overate. I don't think I gained any, according to the scale this morning, but I don't think I lost either.

The good:
I actually rode a bike for the first time in many, many years. I was rusty, nearly crashed twice, but held on and kept going for the mile and a half or so. So now I want a bike for Christmas. Especially since I know that I won't bend it in half just by getting on it.

Weigh in is tomorrow!
Eric