Oh, I knew this was going to be bad. I don't want to write down my weight. I don't want to tell the world just how bad it is. I had an inkling when last night I put on my exercise pants which are too big at a size 24 and they were snug. Two weeks of social eating and not exercising with regularity equals 242.6 pounds. That's a gain of 7.6 pounds. Horrible. But, like Diana the Scale Junkie said, I own it, accept it, and take responsibility for it. Ain't nothing else to do but that.
So next week will be better. I kept my 1600 calories yesterday, and I'll do it again and again. I can only go down from here! And look at that, I get to hit the 50 pound loss mark ... again. Sigh.