Good news: I was 117.2 this morning by some fluke.
Bad news: I ate my weight in buffet at the party.
Hope of keeping myself under 120 through the holidays is fading. I have to get my act together, even if that means starting to skip parties. I'll figure out a way.
Very tired. Yes, it's my birthday, but I'm just soooo frustrated with myself. Happy Birthday to Me! Here's another pound for your belly! That lovely dress? Fuggitabotit!
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