Here I am a grown-up, worked my butt off at the gym this evening taking the difficult Body Combat class for an hour, almost cried in the process, got home and what did I do? Poured myself a nice bowl of Lucky Charms for dinner. And, I have to step on the scale tomorrow morning at my Weight Watcher's meeting. How dumb was my choice this evening? How old am I again? How many pounds do I still need to burn off? Seven? Not! More like seventy, my friend!! Lucky Charms...well let's just say...is not my friend!