Monday, March 10, 2008

when bad things happen....
There is a fat girl living inside me. Lord knows she was living outside me for enough years, but I beat her back, and now she just lives inside....lurking, waiting. Every once in a while the right combination of events will unleash her, and she will go wild. Saturday was one of those nights.
Let me start this by saying that I've been doing Weight Watchers, and I've been doing pretty good. I lost 10 lbs in the last few weeks. I gained one back when I was in Miami, but you know, I was keeping it in check, and despite a slight run-in with some red velvet cake, I was fine. Then came Saturday. I ate olive pizza, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, a poppy seed cookie, 1/2 of the bus boy's sandwich at this bar we went to, toaster strudel, more pb&j. I'm pretty sure I woke up with peanut butter still in my mouth. It was disgusting. The scale this morning was even more disgusting. Am I the only person that can gain 6 lbs in a weekend? I'd like to think no. I'm crossing my fingers and hoping it's bloat, water weight, anything but fat....but the voice of reason inside keep telling me "no, it's peanut butter."
Here's a picture pre-binge:

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