Here’s the honest truth: I got on the scale today but I didn’t like what it said. I didn’t want to share it with all of you. So I decided not to. Let’s just say it was a blip on the radar – a number that began with a 2.

I am actually not upset about it, because this past weekend was a weekend filled with delicious, soul-satisfying food and celebration (it ended with the baptism party for little Isaiah Kohl). I DO feel compelled to publicly share that Mike Beck is as good as his word – the man has bragged about his cooking, in particular his reubens and his lemon cake. He not only put his money where his mouth is, he convinced me that I will never eat either elsewhere without wishing he had been the cook. They were that good. So here’s to stopping and smelling (and eating) the lemon cake in life!