I knew this was going to happen... absolutely. Freaking. Knew. It.
Thomas was "bad" this week. Not horrible, but he didn't make some of the greatest choices that he could have. Chief amongst the bad choices was going out to lunch with some co-workers without researching his restaurant choices beforehand. He selected a chicken sandwich that ended up being 20 points. And on Core, we only have 35 points to play with for the whole week (altho we are technically unlimited on CORE foods, a chicken caesar wrap is Not Core.)
And then at Darcy's little friend's birthday party, he had a hotdog and a half, and a chocolate cupcake. He went over on his flex points by... maybe 7 or 8 points. (If it was me, I would have had the hotdog or the cupcake, but not both.)
So, not a total binge or anything, just some bad choices through the week.
I... did not have a bad week. I had a good week. I got all my intended workouts in, I did my running, drank my water (even when I didn't feel like it, because this sore throat is still hanging around and water is just... no pun intended, hard to swallow) and made much better food choices. I ended the week with 15 flexies left.
Thomas lost... 3.2 pounds, going over his 30 pounds, and getting another gold star.
I lost... .6
I hate him. Just so you know.