Aaaaaw, maaaaaan
You think a girl would learn. I officially declare it out loud, in writing, on a public blog that Panera Bread is the enemy. I've eaten there twice in my life and let me tell you, sister...I got screwed both times. Sadly, by the same sandwich: The Portabella and mozzarella Panini....heavenly, divine, 17 friggin' Weight Watchers points.
I think I need to make that more clear. 17. Friggin'. Weight Watchers. Points. Points that I will never see again. Points that I didn't even have. I had 10 flexies left in my core week. I am dead. Dead, I tell you. Gah!
I don't even know what to do with myself I am so flabbergasted. I think I might try to recoup my losses and be as strict as possible for the rest of the week with out going so strict that I explode into a binging frenzy. (If only my frenzies were exercise related.....ahhhhh, one can dream!)