Busted.

How to follow up Saintly Saturday afternoon? COOKIE BINGE! Duh. Well, we knew the lettuce wouldn't last. So I whipped up a batch of fabulous no-bake chocolate macaroons (childhood favorites/comfort food) last night. My ex-friend Katie had the gall to point out that maybe I shouldn't be making cookies when I'm on a diet. Bee-otch. But she didn't realize that I'd had a SALAD for lunch, and I only ate like 4 of them, and it's not like they're staying in the system long with my delicious and effective Pleasant Peppermint tea (yes, I'm still secretly cleansing). So I'monna cut her some slack on this one and let it slide. Because that's the kind of gal I am.

Got a late start this morning, because I was up until 2 am scrapbooking. I don't want to give anyone the wrong idea -- I HATE scrapbooking. Well, maybe not "HATE," but I don't live for it or anything goofy, and I'm not trying to make masterpieces with all kinds of "live, laugh, love" crap with special frames and button embellishments all over every page. But I had like 4000 photos of my recent vacation on the dining room table and they weren't going to put themselves into albums. Neither are the rest of the photos from the last 5 years (I haven't scrapped since the 2004 election -- it broke my heart and I just couldn't scrap after that. But now that the Dark Years are over, I might be able to take up my double-sided tape and scrap again.) So anyway, I was up late and wouldn't even be up now if it weren't for my annoying dog who sleeps all frickin' day anyway and has no respect for my morning sleep ins. So off to the scale.

What up, scale? My adorable, reliable, dependable, lovable old scale says 115 this morning. I might cancel that Amazon order. Nah. It's still fun to get new stuff I don't need. I just noticed that my scale says "Thinner" on it. Huh. Is that the name, or a pep talk?

I don't know if more exercise will happen today, because I've got to do a little more scrapbooking (I barely made it to the Forum in Rome last night), and I've got to visit my mom and give her a haircut (What? You didn't know I could cut hair? She looks pretty darn good for my first client. I gave her a Susan Powter doo -- pretty awesome for a 74 year old. Hey, isn't Susan about 74 now?), plus I need to clean the house for Sunday night potluck (I'm a messy scrapper -- shocker), and I need to get some food to make something edible for tonight's dinner. And I really should brush the dried marinara out of the dog's fur -- we had a little incident last night at dinner, which involved an entire container of Fresh & Easy's finest marinara sauce going all over the kitchen cabinets and rug. Fortunately the dog helped clean it up, but since his fur is a giant fluffy magnet, he looked like he'd killed a deer in the kitchen -- I so should have photographed it, but wasn't in the mood and was a bit busy trying to clean up chunks of tomato and onion and get the sauce off the rug before it stained. I wiped most of it off his head, but I obviously missed some spots, since he's still sticky. So I've got a big day. There may not be time for walking or strength training or yoga. OR, I could do something now (not walking, since I have a blister the size of an egg on my left heel). Maybe I WILL do something now. (Probably just eat, but don't tell anyone.)