This morning, my scale read 141 1/2. I weighed myself three times just to make sure.
There is a tray full of cake slices, one column vanilla, one column apple, and one column pumpkin. I started towards it two or three times, but sternly ordered myself "No!" each time. I do not need another 350 or 400 extra calories today.
I don't want to spoil my body's miraculous loss of four and a half pounds overnight by abusing it with sugary junk.
Nothing tastes as good as being thin feels.