So, as I stated before, I ate my weight in shit at Tanya's house on Sunday. I was pretty upset with myself for doing it, too. I really have issues with self-control sometimes. Anyway, I wasn't happy with myself on Monday morning either. I got on the scale to discover that I was 5.1 pounds heavier than I was Sunday morning. Five point one. That wasn't pleasant to find. And then, I get in to work yesterday and Rosey had backed a couple of cakes, just because. It killed me to turn down cake. Especially Rosey's cake. She's the most amazing chef. But I did it. And I walked most of the way home from work. This morning's weigh in was much more promising. I'm only 1.6 pounds heavier than I was on Sunday. If I keep it up, I'll be back to normal by tomorrow or Thursday at the latest. But I'm still pissed off at my actions.