Dear Diary,
The return to the scale was a f***ing disappointment. I guess I didn't really expect to lose anything, but I was hoping to. With all of the eating and drinking and desserts I guess I should be happy. I got in a good workout yesterday morning and ate the right stuff. I had a pretty light day until TLO mentioned we we're gonna have dinner at a food truck spot. Good stuff, unless you're trying to lose weight. I had some fry bread covered in chili. Pretty damned tasty. In fact it was so good that I passed it off after eating about half of it. Good thing I did or today's number would have been worse. Speaking of getting worse, the weekend is here and while that's good for fun times, its my big problem time. In order to make sure I get the weekend off to what can be a good start for me I hit the store and got some chicken broth. Time to kick it old school. Like the old school from a month ago. Back to the shrimp, vegetables and rice. Back to the time I was losing at a pretty good pace. Back to the disciplined eating and exercise. Back to giving a f***. Well, about somethings Diary. You're not included in that. I still don't give a f*** about you.
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