Hindsight is 20/20. The pizza idea was bad. I didn't eat the whole thing, but out of eight pieces, there were only three left. I just couldn't stop. Did you ever see that episode of "Sex in the City" where Miranda is obsessing over the cake and to make herself stop, she pours dish soap over it in the garbage? I should have just taken my two slices of pie and thrown the rest away with dish soap on top. On the upside, I was able to stay within my calorie limits for the day.

I think I need a new scale. It had been right on before - at least, compared to the one at the doctor's office. According to the scale, I've dropped 13 pounds this week. I really don't think that's true. If for no other reason, my clothes feel NO different. I think this weekend while I'm out and about I'll pick up a new one. I lie to myself enough about my weight. I don't need my scale doing it for me.

My goal for this weekend is to get my water back on track. My week always starts out great, and fades toward the end. My water intake is one part I need to keep with some consistency.