My wife and I rode to our weight watchers meeting this morning, then from there on for another 26 miles. After the ride I had some nice pizza pie for lunch. While it contained no fruit, it did have a crust, and the word "pie" in its name.

Actually, the only reason I felt I could indulge was the news that I had a 3.4 loss this week, which put me over the 50-pound-loss mark since joining in April. So I thought that, coupled with the ride, justified a little reward. What's life without the occasional treat?