Some Things in Life are Hard...

...like missionary farewells. Yesterday, the brother from another mother, had a missionary farewell. I am so excited for him to serve in Brazil. He will be awesome. The food at his farewell was also awesome. Too awesome for words. Too awesome to say no and I ate and ate and ate. It did not feel good but I did it. Then the US lost the Gold Medal game in Hockey and there was still food so I ate and ate and ate some more. Not good at all. I am hoping for some loss tomorrow but I have a feeling those mozzarella sticks may not help me in that area. I guess the scale will tell all tomorrow.

I need to come up with a game plan for situations that have so much food. Any suggestions?