I am way too connected to my scale. After eating really well yesterday and excercizing, I am up a pound today. For no good reason. And I know that weight fluctuates and it could be due to twelve different things, but can I just say that I'm pissed? Because I am. The good news is that although I was stupidly grumpy about it all day long, I did not eat. I did not binge. Normally if I have a weight gain when I'm dieting, I throw my hands up in the air and say, "what's the point?" And I wallow in my self pity all the way to the check out counter with an armful of junk. But today I had beautiful strawberries - first this year - and almonds and a great big juicy apple and then a nice omelet for dinner. No junk. No sugar. And I plan to do that all over again tomorrow no matter what that stupid sniveling worthless horrid dispicable scale says.