No workout last night.  Ate 6 cookies and restarted logging calories instead.  They were probably 6 of the best cookies I've ever had  and I didn't feel guilty about eating them - b/c at that point I'd stilled planned to workout.  But this morning I grunted when I bent over to pick up a sock and all weekend I was winded going up and down a single flight of stairs.  So, my fat ass is headed downstairs now to workout.  Today is Friday, which is technically rest, but I'm making up for Thursday, so that excuse is blown.