And I'm not even remotely Jewish.
Y'all, I knew I'd not done my best eating this week, or maybe I have - because I gained precisely 3.5 pounds!
Add that to the half pound I gained last week, and that makes four pounds in two weeks.
And I'm not even pregnant, and even if I were, four pounds in two weeks would be a bit much.
I blame Warehouse Wednesday. I never, ever have a good weigh-in after one of those.
I also blame the apple pie and ice cream that was served at my office to celebrate the birthday of not only me, but also my office mate Amber.
And I guess I also blame the little-to-no exercise I've gotten this week.
I had it coming. I knew I did when I stepped on the scale.
I just didn't know I had SO MUCH coming!