I Suck.

Well, I've completely fallen off the diet bandwagon this weekend. Not sure what happened to the willpower I thought I had but it's definitely not here. I just got back from a b-day party at McDonald's (with my girls, of course). While there, I ate a cheeseburger AND fries. Last night we went to a 40th birthday party. They had catered in a pulled pork barbecue. And let's just say that cornbread casserole and the pulled pork and the mac-n-cheese were a little too good. And the cake... well, it wasn't that great but I still ate my whole piece. I did give Cass part of my ice cream. But I ate enough myself too. The past few days I've even way tooooooo much. More than I felt hungry for even.

I stepped on the scale this morning to see how much damage I've done and the good news is that I hadn't put the two pounds I'd lost back on. The bad news is that after McDonald's today, I probably have.

SOOOOO.... where do I go from here?

Tomorrow (and the rest of today) is going to have to be a new beginning. Again. I've got Pilates MWF and I am determined to get my fat arse back on the treadmill. And I will stop eating the stuff I am not hungry for. And I'll drink the water. And I'll stop making excuses.

And for now, I'm going to delete that weight ticker thingie. It's annoying me.