I'm going to hate myself in the morning

I haven't been running because it's too damn cold and the thought that my marathon running buddy is enjoying her San Fran running weather, well, I just get grumpy about how cold it is here.

I decided to do some weight-lifting while the kids were at swim practice tonight and somehow I found myself standing on the scale in the locker room. Oopsies. I'm seven pounds a little over my driver's license weight and I came home feeling a little bit down in the dumps. But if you're like me you know nothing cures a dumpy mood better than finding out you do still have ice cream in the freezer. And not just ice cream but Kemps Mint Chip. In a 1.5-gallon tub.