Seriously, I think the thing likes to fuck with my head.

My intake yesterday was high. Not binge high, but high enough that I expected to maintain the 153.2 pounds of lard that I was when I woke up yesterday. And I was fairly ok with this. After a weekend of fairly intense intoxication, I figured a couple of days of maintaining reasonable intake was probably a healthy idea.

So I wake this morning, use the bathroom and weigh myself. My usual routine. I'm not wearing my glasses right, and the first time I look, I know I must be seeing things.

149.8.

I try it again. The number is the same. People are trying to get my attention and I stop there, thrilled at this turn of events.

But no... An hour later I am dressing, unable to resist the temptation of seeing the number I've longed for for months, and I climb back on.

153.8.

FMScale.

No more than 600 net calories today. At least I cleaned yesterday.

And it draws way too much attention to look for them.

I ended up giving in and having a bowl of chips and a pop at like 5 in the morning last night. On the positive side,  I stuck to the serving size, and didn't go back for more. On the downside it put my total at 1700 for the day, which is just painful to look at. And it ruined my streak. And I gained A POUND. Damn it.

At least today's an exercise day, so I can feel like I'm doing something about it.

More to come later, but for now, pretty skinny ladies.

This one is my favourite of the 10. She is super inspiring to me for some reason.