Post-Op Sofa Flop

Had minor hand surgery yesterday morning. Went well and feeling pretty good but ever since I have been blowing through Weight Watcher points like Trump blows through Chiefs of Staff, mainly on snacks (including those deceptively addictive Weight Watchers snacks...damn you, Oprah!) 

Not sure why my willpower seems to have taken such a nose-dive. It's like I can't stop myself, kinda like when I was trying to kick smoking. I'm guessing my next weigh-in will not be pretty but what the hell, gonna have days like these from time to time. 

Unfortunately what's making it worse is that I've been told no working out for a few days, thus I'm not burning any of the points away. 24 hours of Olympic caliber snacking and freestyle sofa-plopping and already I'm feeling like Ken "Pugsley Addams" Weatherwax (the patron saint of obscure pop-culture references). 

{sigh}... 

Sorry for the whining, just felt the need to vent. Back on track tomorrow. Or Monday at the latest. Certainly no later than Tuesday. 

Bless me, Ken, for I have binged...