Clearly our scale (my husband's from before we got married) has a margin of error of 0.2. I got on the scale this morning, breathed out heavily and registered a 126.6. Downward progress, Yes! Not satisfied apparently with that number, I got back on and it said 126.8. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth. So, I'm thinking my actual weight is anywhere from 126.4 to 126.8. I'll take the mean number. I feel a tiny less dumpy.
For dinner last night, I ended up modifying a recipe from the Trader Joe's website: Bacon-Feta Stuffed Chicken Breast. Since I didn't have any bacon at home, but did have everything else, chicken, tomatoes, fresh basil, fresh oregano, olive oil and feta chesse, I soldiered on. Just flattened the chicken to make the whole thing an even thickness, put a tiny bit of olive oil (no more than a half a tablespoon) in the flat pan, browned both sides on medium heat than added the chopped tomato, basil, and oregano while the chicken finished cooking on low-medium. Topped with a tiny bit of feta. I am on a diet here.
The chicken turned out a bit on the dry side but nothing horrible. I was tempted to have a small glass of wine but drank just half a Juice Squeeze (love those drinks). Both my dad and husband called when I was eating but I rejected their phone calls to eat my lovingly prepared meal in peace. I'll call my dad back this morning.
Last evening's workout (done barefoot) was: