Dear Diary,
So three weeks in to my comeback I weigh more than when I started. I haven't even compared this to last year, but this sucks even compared to last week. I spent this past weekend hanging with some buddies drinking, smoking cigars, talking s**t and eating. Yeah, I know. The f***ing life. But life isn't grand when it causes you to tip the scales like this. I'm still on the workout tip, but I have to hit it harder. I'm convinced that my body is working against me right now with all of the cravings and the retaining of the crap I put into it. I didn't mean for that s**t to stay! That whole junk in junk out saying doesn't really apply to diets. F***ing charcuterie.
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