Yes, 4.7 pounds would be the number I gained this weekend. I can't figure how that happened. I s'pose it could have been
the plate of Angela's divine oatmeal-cookies-we-snarfed,
a Swiss taco,
a carmel apple,
the Training Table fries and burger,
the BYU Creamery cinnamon roll,
a huge roast dinner with all the trimmings,
a scone with yummy jam, Mimi Cafe's brunch,
McDonald's ice cream cone,
Erin's popcorn ball from heaven (or, like, 5 of them),
Kneaders whole-sandwich-and-cup-of-soup-and-HONKIN'-napolean-for-dessert lunch, AND/OR Brad's french fries with fry sauce.
After a weekend away to Swiss Days I now have my work [out] cut out for me, in oh-so-many ways. And, yet, I still wish I could eat more. No, not really I'm way overdone on the food. I will post when I'm done digesting all I consumed and when I have more time to sit and not be bombarded with my kids and/or distracted from my messy house.