209 this morning. Four pounds in four days. which means that if I keep that up, in a year I'll weigh 574 pounds. Not a good idea. I did really well with my food - except that on the whole it was richer than I'm used to eating. Sauces, pasta, butter. And the ever enchanting and enticing demon alcohol. Drinks: Friday a few - whiskey. Drinks Saturday - many - both wine and whiskey. Drinks Sunday - many - whiskey. So I've already got my sneakers on this morning (just waiting for the drizzle to stop) and I've got a healthy breakfast of fruit in mind and I'll slay (re-slay) those four pounds of alcohol before the end of the week. Do I regret drinking? Not really. It was a whole lot of fun. Do I regret gaining the weight? or regaining it for the nine thousandth and seventy sixth time? Duh. But I'm not going to beat myself up about it. It's there taunting me - all four pounds perched precariously just above my right hip hanging on tight refusing to let go. A big lump of sweaty human cottage cheese. But I will shake them off. I will walk them off. I will eat-well them off. and I will not listen to their nasty little playground voices taunting, neh neh ne neh neh.