March 26, Day 19, 256.6 lbs

Dear Diary,
How are you today? That's great. And the scale? Good, good. ME? Thanks for asking you piece of s**t. I'm great. I gotta admit I was kinda humbled when the scale went up instead of down, but considering what I went through yesterday it could have been worse. The morning was fine and all. I had an apple and a banana on the way to the office while listening to the latest episode of Archer. Which I love! Can't say the same for you diary. On the list of things I love, you are at the bottom...of the 99th page. At the office I did the oatmeal thing and then lunch happened. We go to this little Thai place and I get the usual. Garlic fish fillet. Great little dish. The waitress brings it to the table and I was like, "f***!" It was fried lightly fried. When later explaining the transgression to the lovely one, she said it was the same difference. Well f*** it an f*** you too for taking her side diary. Long story short, I ate it. Hell, I ordered it. It was my fault. But the fact that I had never really paid attention to the fact that it was fried kinda tripped me out. What? I pay attention to all kind of things diary. I noticed you were a b***h from the day I met you. I made  tried to make it up through the day and really stick to the letter of my law. I went to a happy hour last night and the appetizers were all over the place. Fried pickles, Kobe sliders, nachos, and all other manners of delicious s**t. The Kobe sliders were just the right amount of pink and smelled excellent.

Didn't touch any of it. Not even when my buddy that ordered the sliders insisted that I have one, then proceeded to talk to me after eating his. His breath was delightful. I had to laugh at the thought of that, cause it nearly pushed me over the edge, but I had already messed up for the day. I was determined to stay strong, even in a slightly inebriated state. Also, yes. I had a couple of beers. Bud lights to be exact. The only non water or orange juice thing I've had to drink in a while (The important and sad thing here, is that they tasted like water). At least I think so, until the lovely one comes to correct me. So though I slightly violated the challenge yesterday, I learned a valuable lesson. I'm paying much more attention to the s**t I'm putting in my body. Also, that I could feel guilty. But that could have just been heart burn.
PS. F*** you
PSS. I can hear Terri in my ear yelling, 'REPENT! REPENT! Eat an apple! REPENT!' as I type this.