I hate counting calories. Stupid My Fitness Pal. Stupid bathroom scale. Stupid tight pants.

This morning I had what I thought was a conservative breakfast of one english muffin, two tablespoons of peanut butter, half a cup of juice, and my usual 6 cups of coffee. With half and half. 

When I plugged all of this into My Fitness Pal, it totaled (gasp!) 517 calories. What the HELL? That is one third of my allowance for the day. Which means I’ll be eating vegetables for lunch.

While I was mulling over my plight, ONE drew a picture:

This is, and I quote, “a man walking in the woods with a great three-eyed ghost chasing him.” 

This made me feel better. The scale might be stuck at an unacceptable number, but somehow my three-year-old learned how to draw stick people.