I don't want to talk about it

I did well Friday night for the bday bash. I will report what I ate not what the scale said Saturday morning because as my tittle insinuates I do not want to discuss that freaking scale.

I am a little ticked off this morning in case you couldn't tell.

Olive Garden. Starving to death by time we sat down. Diet coke ordered check, Carrie wants appetizer, I can handle that curve ball. Ate half portion calamari, half portion stuffed mushrooms, and a cheese stick thing. Salad. One bowl of soup. Two friggin breadsticks. Two. That's it. Two. and one small tiny part of another before I tore it up and hid it from myself as we waited for the check.

Left feeling victorious. I basically stuck to my plan. My stomach was so bloated though. Ya everyone thinks it is the diet coke. Shut up I tell them. It's the only thing I get. Diet soda, 0 calories. I want to feel good about it. So shut up if you agree and think I shouldn't drink it. :o) Just kidding you can offer advice if you want :o)

Skipped bowling. Went shopping for a minute (lingerie if you were wondering... it was fun, funny, and hilarious. Embarrassed friend Amy as much as humanly possible. Laughed a lot). Decided on a movie. I also believe in diet coke and popcorn at a movie. I went against everything I stand for (haha) and got a ridiculously high priced bottle of water and didn't even eat 2 kernals of popcorn. I had one kernel, that was it. Felt victorious again. Walked to car, friends partook of those cupcakes (my fave by the way, the birthday cake kind). Didn't eat ONE!!! Didn't eat one, one lick of frosting and that was it. Not one cupcake out of an entire batch... I can't believe it as I type it.

So I felt healthy, strong, like I was full of willpower.

And the scale Saturday morning was ugly. Higher than Friday and I shall not report because I am too mad and sad.

Yesterday worked out again, had a decent day with food. I did splurge on sushi and some fro yo for vday with my lover muffin and the scale was worse today. And now I am just pissed off and I can't decide when I am going to care again.

I even put my little guy on the scale to see if something was wrong with that weight watchers scale, maybe it's broken or something ya know!? Ya, no-- it weighs him right on.

What is with this crap? I don't know I can't even add any positive reinforcement in this last paragraph because I am just too mad, sad, and annoyed. I don't know what the crap is going on but I really pray that something balances out-- and soon or I am going to have to hop back on my Take Shape for Life plan and get busy with meal replacements until I can gain back enough control to steady my weight back out.

Dang it all to hell.