March 16th, Day 9, 259.4 lbs

Dear diary,
Yesterday was temptation Tuesday. Went to lunch and the special was an open face steak sandwich. I stuck with the blackened chicken sandwich and fruit. There was candy all around. I saw these delicious shortbread cookies that I bought for people in the office at Christmas. I almost broke open a pack of pop tarts I have under my desk. The jar of jelly beans on Danielle's desk was almost too much to pass by. But I did. I got by. And no thanks to your punk a**. I remember when I did the Atkins diet all them years ago. I lost 18 lbs in 3 weeks.  I had cut out all the carbs and was playing basketball. This time I haven't cut out the carbs nor have I played basketball or done any kind of working out. Definitely haven't lost 18 lbs. But then again after I did that I gained the weight right back because that f***ing thing wasn't sustainable. Come the f*** on. Who is never gonna eat sweets again? That's not gonna be me. As soon as I've reached some sort of goal I'm gonna crack that pack of pop tarts open faster than you can say... I'm trying to think of the word you can say the fastest because I'll be faster than that, but the problem is that you can't talk. You're just a piece of s**t diary aren't you? You probably got teased for being a mute? Did you consider a career as a mime? Did the computerized cat get your tongue? Well if he did I wouldn't care because I'm pretty sure you deserved it. You...you... Funky b***h of a diary. To bring things full circle it should be noted that I'm tempted to kick your a**.
PS. And don't think I forgot about that s**t you pulled with the scale.   Keep messing around and I'm gonna step on you too. Also I'm not really sure about the pop tart, but at some point I have to introduce some kinda sweet into my diet and since those are already on hand it makes fiscal sense. Maybe I wasn't joking... I'm not sure anymore.