Lost Weekend

I had one of those weekends where, at the end of it, you reflect and wonder what the hell you did for those two days.  See, I used to indulge on weekends.  A croissant here, a Starbucks Frappuccino there.  Maybe even brunch at a local café.    Now I'm relegated to a cherry tomato here, a broccoli stem there.  It just isn't the same.   Will I ever be able to eat crap again?  Probably not - not on a regular basis, at least.  But a girl can dream, can't she?