poochie must die

I caught sight of ye ol pooch proudly puffing out below my sweater yesterday. Blech.

I...must...get...a...grip. Pretty much ate crappy today following a day of sabotage and intrigue at the office. So in turn I sabotaged my weight loss efforts. I won't bore anyone with the details, but it got ugly. I needed comfort. I found some in ww chocolate treats and an Einstein bagel. At the moment, I really, really needed them (like I needed a hole in the head). Yay team! And, oh, Fruities will make you seriously gassy if you eat a whole package.

I've always been one to cram for things, to wait until I have the devil behind me, as my mom says (yes, the devil is behind me and all around me and thy name is lard). Somehow, I think I'm a little too close to the deadline this time to make much of a difference. Weigh in is Friday. Maybe I'll do a liquid dinner between now and then. Just so I don't show a gain (what kind of loser gains weight the first week on a diet, anyway?). I'm on program from now on though. It was not my intention to write about my struggles--I was hoping to chronicle my success. This is just a bump early on in the journey.

Next week, poochie will be under serious attack. Really.

Until later.
-m