I ate lasagna . . . a big bowl . . . a great big bowl. Well, like the pan, actually. I felt so guilty, but I couldn't stop. Then I woke up and it was all a dream!

Geesh! If I'm gonna dream about eating pasta, I may as well ENJOY it, don't you think?

I'm not cheating so much with quality as with quantity. I know it's just stress, lack of time off, and the time of year. I've been on a plateau since Xmas.

Oh well....
Rachel