Sometimes I wonder what I was thinking about when I made those rash, awful decisions.  I'm SO pissed at myself.  I'm seriously angry.  I slipped up.  And who knows how much.  I'm afraid to find out.  But I'm going to get back on track.  I don't want to be angry at myself for the rest of summer.  Thank god I'm not nearly as sick as before.  I can't handle it.  I'm sick of over-eating.  These are harsh changes.  Why can't I find a balance?  Good bye 10 pounds I probably just fucking gained back.  It took a month to lose you, why did I do this to myself?