I still won't enjoy it. But hopefully I won't have another attack tomorrow night. Plus, since tomorrow is my weigh-in and the recital won't be done until 7:30, we're totally indulging my FIL's desire to get takeaway from our favorite local barbecue place for dinner. He goes back in a week, and we haven't had the chance to go there yet, so it all times out nicely.
Also, I think I'm going to have a kickass weigh-in in the morning. I should be down almost two pounds on the week. And that's even having eaten cinnamon monkey bread and fried chicken at the potluck last Saturday (as well as too many pasta dishes).
