Well, today was okay, but not great. I didn’t do anything really stupid (like eat a whole pan of brownies) or anything, but I didn’t do anything great either. I wasn’t feeling too motivated – mostly because the scale just isn’t budging. It was actually up 0.8 from last Monday’s weigh-in and I’m feeling pretty sure that tomorrows weigh-in will show an official gain. (Even though it can’t be a true gain, because I have been on track this week – the brownie incident definitely did not set back far enough to have a gain or anything – it couldn’t have been more that 1500-2000 calories and that’s a high estimate. I had a far greater deficit than that for the week.) Also, I tried on a shirt that I really thought would fit, but it basically didn’t. It was a size 16 button up, relatively fitted, not stretchy at all dress shirt from Gap. I put it on and looked in the mirror and it was perfectly fine. So I wore it to church. Come to find out (as I’m sitting in church) it is horrific when I sit down, because, of course, my middle gets bigger when I sit down. I mean the buttons are just stretched and one of them even popped open at one point. It was bad. That was discouraging. Then I went to a friend’s house for dinner, and of course the pork, sweet corn, oh-so-delicious dinner rolls, and brownies were not all that diet-friendly. I didn’t pass up the roll or the brownie (I did only have one, though, when I really wanted at least two of each) – if I had been super motivated and completely on my game I would have skipped the roll and the brownie. Oh well. I am going to try so hard to really, really do well tomorrow and I’m going to try to work up some more motivation. I get so frustrated at how slowly I lose. I am also starting to worry about this weekend when I’m going out of town to a friend’s house whether the food is 100 percent out of my control, and I’m sure it won’t be diet-friendly. The good part is, though, that it will really only be Saturday that I have to eat what they serve. I’m getting there so late on Friday and leaving so early on Sunday that it won’t be a mealtime. However, the bad news is that I’ll be in the car for six or seven hours each way and I always get horrible cases of the munchies while riding in the car.