This weekend was full of dogs and good food. The boyfriend and I did a rescue transport for this guy, who looooooooooooved my man. He's a dog whisperer, that one.
Yessssssssssss, scratch my butt, human.
I also made pulled pork BBQ in my crockpot, which turned out awesome, and ate the crap out of some delicious banana bread french toast from my brother's restaurant. And? I lost 0.6 pounds since Friday. It's all about moderation, kids.
**I have successfully resisted the cake thus far today.