The golf weekend is finally over. I was really quite tired by the end. There were some successes and many, many failures. The real successes were in the eating department. I did really well in resisting the avoid foods. They served chicken the first two days. So, I stuck to the salads and vegetables. The third day was a lovely roast beef. I knew they wouldn’t do chicken all three days. Did not eat any of the breads that were offered. The only naughty things I ate were the croutons from the Caesar Salad on Friday, and I did indulge in a snack-sized bag of chips on Saturday and a couple bites of the chocolate dessert. My reward, I suppose, for being so good. Oh, but then did I wake up in the middle of the night with a stuffy nose? Yes, of course I did! (It was the chips, silly woman!)

The actual golf itself was abominable. Unfortunately, my partner and I landed very last place in a field of 30 teams. It was quite a struggle. Usually, if one is going to have a bad day, then the next day is a lot better. And usually if you have a partner, she can bale you out when you are having trouble. Not so this weekend. We were both playing our worst golf ever – and for both days. It was a very, very long weekend.

So, at least I can start the new week without any added poundage to worry about, and can continue to work on little improvements here and there. Some day I would like to unload this last eight pounds that are hanging around my tummy.

Maybe I'll spend some time on the driving range!