The good: rowed in the morning, stationary bike and a small amount of strength after work. Had oatmeal for breakfast, salad for lunch.
The bad: Blondies interspersed as snacks.
The ugly: Ice cream after dinner, for no real reason.
I cannot have anything delicious in the house, apparently. The quest here, truly, is to figure out self control and eating til I'm satisfied, not eating til there's nothing left. Brunch tomorrow is not going to help this.
[He liked that I wasn't a girl who ordered salads. Is that why I'm like this now?]