Convicted of Murder

Yes, ladies... I'm guilty of murder.  It was a good sweet potato, filled with promise and filling yet low point joy and I killed it.  Accidentally, of course, but murder is murder... accident or not.  I planned my supper this morning, leaving myself 7 points in case something happened or perhaps to leave room for another lovely piece of birthday cake.  I was going to have 2 pieces of turkey kielbasa, a baked sweet potato and a lovely salad.  I was making mac and cheese for the boys to eat.  Well, I put the sweet potato in the microwave and set it to cook a sweet potato but when the microwave was done the potato wasn't so I put it in again... and it died a long, smoky and crunchy death.  So I had to revise my dinner and eat some mac and cheese... which honestly I didn't mind too much and it didn't hurt my points horribly either (but I'm glad I left some to play with today).

In the end, I didn't get a sweet potato or a piece of cake but I did get a filling dinner and I'm interested to see if my good feelings about this week will show up on the scale in the morning.