Well, I did get my son to fix most of dinner on the grill.  Really nice.  Still not feeling great.  Not to complain or anything.  Okay so I am complaining.  My back hurts, my lungs hurt, my legs hurt and I am feeling really guilty, so you could say my soul hurts.  Someone brought creamhorns into the house and before I even knew what I was doing, I ate one.  I am such a pig!!  How could I do that?  It wasn't because I was hungry or anything.  We had plenty of "healthy food" for that.  Just like the mountain, it was there.  I really wish I had some self control.  Still hoping for a good walk after dinner (not that I deserve dinner.  I ought to send myself to bed without it! lol).  Maybe I can walk it off, or at least punish myself enough so I won't feel so guilty.