I feel great today. I had a horrible weigh in on Monday after a joyless weekend of high carb food I didn't enjoy, but resolved to just get back on it.

I'm at 205 today, which is in the range that leaves one-derland feeling attainable. Right now, having an indulgence meal this weekend feels really unimportant and not motivating at all. Why not just stop breaking my progress?

It seemed important to write this, though. Typically I come here as a motivation when I'm in a rut. If someone found this blog after I died, they'd get the impression that I was a miserable creature who constantly wallowed in self-pity. That is not the case, and documenting that I feel that way after certain behavior, but not when I'm doing what I really want to, tells a more honest depiction.

"I'd rather be fat and happy" people say. But they aren't. They aren't free, they are compelled. And they aren't happy, they're just fat. I'd rather be who I really want to be. How about that?