223 again and tapping my foot, losing faith in my earlier confidence that I would hit my goal by Saturday. I could just STARVE the last couple pounds off, but I'm sure if I did that I'd lose control.
Yesterday I didn't bother packing a lunch to go to work because I was confident we'd be out of there by lunchtime, but we weren't, so I went and had lunch at a restaurant. I tried to be good. I got a "country bistro" roast beef sandwich on French bread, and a large cup of fresh fruit, and a pickle. Hopefully the french bread and the little bit of tangy sauce on the sandwich weren't high-calorie. It felt like a moderate meal, like the normal people eat.
Today I'm supposed to start Day 1 of my new week of meals, but I haven't even drawn out my new meal plan yet. Let me do that now. Today after work, I have to go to the grocery store and then go workout.