I've been doing so well. Lost twelve lbs over the last six weeks. Seeing definition in my waist, eating well, lots of water and feeling great. Huge, raunchy wild weekend coming up to celebrate my guys 50th. Bought this bomb ass over the top sexy dress that screams fuck me to wear Saturday night.

Spending the last two days with my family has made me put on four lbs. Between Chuck E Cheese, dinner at a couple of amazing restaurants including drinks to match, breakfast out, desserts and it being almost a constant other than a short stint of sleep between the two days. Hadn't had a drop of soda since the beginning of the year and I was sucking rootbeer down like I was an addict. I feel bloated and disgusted with myself. I think of all the bad choices I made and of where all my self control went?

Not much other than a vent. This has been working really well for me and I've been proud of my progress. Guess I'm just bummed but I'm back on it today and I'm going to do a 24hr to try and get me back on track.

Thanks for listening