March 18th, day 11, 259.0 lbs

Dear Diary,
Yesterday wasn't so bad. To tell the truth I had pretty much next to no food for most of yesterday and the belly didn't really care. It was the mind. OK so let me think back to what I actually ate, because when I tell the lovely one this type of thing she always says you ate something and she is almost always right. Like "I didn't eat all day." "you sure?" "Yeah, well except for those 2 Big Mac meals, but those don't count." Then I'd remember the 2 apple pies and tell her about 1. But really, who only buys 1 apple pie? But yesterday was different. Had my apple out of the door. Smashed the little bit of trail mix that was left in the car (the other day the wife said, "so you ate all of that trail mix?" I said "no, look at that little bit left right there." She followed with  what I could only imagine was a blank stare since I  wasn't looking at her (and it makes the story better). Then she said "I bought that for me." I successfully ended the conversation with a well placed, "and?") (where the f***was I? That was a pretty long tangent and I'm pretty sure my use of parentheses would have gotten me in trouble with my English teacher, but you're not him so shut the f*** up diary. Oh yeah...the trail mix in the car), my centrum one a day vitamin (getting specific here), some  sunflower seeds (undetermined volume), and water. That was it until about 6 pm when I finally found a Taco Bell and ordered a single bean burrito (370 calories). All day long visiting dealers and working and driving. The belly didn't give me grief. It didn't even mind. But my mind minded, but that's what a mind is supposed to do.  But if that's the case and this is all in my mind I can beat this if I'm mentally strong and the belly keeps quiet. Hmmm. Maybe there are other things that are just in my mind. Like maybe you're not so bad after all diary. I may have been wrong about you.
PS. Bulls**t. I might be able to go all mind over matter and stop myself from going all crazy with food but that doesn't make you any less of a b***h diary. As I type this out I'm pressing the keys really hard and imagining that each one is pressing a knife deeper into the flesh of your pages. Each period is me twisting the blade a little. So f*** off diary.....................................................
PSS. I also had a banana.
PSSS. Then I had dinner.