Every once in a while, you know what I’m talking about, I have a craving for a Big Mac.  One of those where a Big Mac just sounds like the best thing in the whole world.  I’d just gotten back from a nice 24 miler on the gravel bikes with some friends, too.  If there was ever a “good” time for a Big Mac, that was it.

I jumped in the shower to get the funk off, dried and… stepped on the scale.

I’m already down to my pre-Thanksgiving weight.  So much for that Big Mac.  Better than pre-Thanksgiving, I’m down to my mid-season weight, probably ten pounds lighter than I normally would be right now.  I made a couple of tuna fish sandwiches instead.

There’s simply no way I can wreck that good news with a Big Mac.

It isn’t exactly a surprise that I’ve lost weight, I’ve been watching what I eat pretty carefully, but that I’m at my mid-season weight that’s a surprise.  

I’m simply not willing to mess that up.  A Big Mac is tasty, no doubt, but it isn’t tasty enough to mess up mid-season weight.