I've gone two weekends back to back without gaining any weight. I've gone from 252 pounds to 239 pounds in that time span, which I think is terrific. 239 is kind of an unfortunate weight in particular, because I remember the Simpson's episode in which Homer steps on the scale and says, and I quote, "Augggh! 239 pounds! I'm a whale!"

Whatever. It's fleeting. 

To be fair to me being a whale, I did have a bad night tonight. However, it was planned. It's Canadian Thanksgiving, and although I no longer live in my home and native land, I wanted to be festive. So we went out and got some poutine in Provo, followed up by some Canadian chocolate-- Mr. Big, EATMOREs and a melted Caramilk. Yum. 

But tomorrow I'll be back. I'll eat few if any carbs and I won't feel tempted. 

A friend who hadn't seen me in two weeks told me I looked visibly skinnier today. My pants kept falling down today.

:)