Still feeling rather fat since I gained back what I lost. I'm such a fat failure. Today I didn't eat anything but a muffin and danish (I know that's still horrid). It was midday though, so there was plenty of time to burn it off. And instead of going out with the girls for gelato after work like I had planned, I ate a stalk of celery. It even tastes like negative calories, which tastes like success. So there. I'm going to bed with a grumbling tummy and smelling of cigarettes. I will not eat like a fat pig anymore. There's no room in my jeans for that type of behavior.

I will not think of you, I will not think of you, I will not think of you.