Exercise

OK, exercise really does work. I know that they tell you this time and time again, but I re-discovered it this week at weigh-in.
Let me explain. I went to visit my parents this past weekend and of course, lost my mind and pigged out. Saturday night was spent at a ridiculously delicious Italian eatery and Sunday, I am ashamed to type, led to a ham and cheese omlette with homestyle potatoes in the morning and corn dogs with macaroni and cheese that night. I know! Something about being back with the parents makes me want to eat like a child.
So, of course when I get home, I panic at my gluttony and briefly wonder if it's possible to get lipo before Wednesday (just kidding). My only real option is to get back on the wagon and sweat to the oldies ... or my pilates tape, whatever the case may be. I also power-walked repeatedly around the mall, craning my neck to peek in the stores but stoically marching on.
At weigh-in, I hold my breath - have my efforts been enough to mask the pizza and soda binge? The seconds tick by as the woman behind the Weight Watchers counter eyes the scale's result. She smiles and I exhale. I only lost 1/2 a pound, but frankly, that's enough.
Good thing my parents live 4 hours away, or good ol' home cooking might be my downfall.