So, like we all knew would happen, I cheated on Sunday evening and regretted it. I ended up gaining weight at the Weigh-In that morning (despite the fact that I know I've lost. His scale is 10 pounds heavier than the one in my bathroom, but even using a consistent source I know I've lost, so that should have been reflected. Whatever. Grr.), and I was just ready to enjoy myself instead of moping.

I ordered the chicken & salmon at Magic Time Machine, which isn't awful alone. But the mounds of mashed potatoes they were served on probably were. I ate half of it for lunch and the other half was dinner. That was all I had that day, but I still wish I hadn't.

I always forget that once I start eating better and cutting greasy, fatty foods out of my diet, I end up feeling ill when I have them again, even for a celebratory purpose. So, that's a good thing! It means even when celebrating I'll feel better with a wise choice.

But I'll miss you, mashed potatoes.

Today is Fiance's birfday! We will probably go have Razzoo's for dinner where the choices will not be easy, but I will survive. And we may go to Gameworks! Or just wander around the mall. That itself should burn enough pre-emptive calories before dinner.

I asked him yesterday if he'd be interested in walking ourselves around for dinner and evenings instead of driving to places, especially once the weather gets cooler. It looks like fun, and would be easier on my weight and my gas tank, for sure.

That's about all for now. I balanced my food intake yesterday and lost back whatever Magic Time Machine dumped on me. Yay! Now to just survive the hormone surge coming in the next week or so...

Water weight, hoooooooo!