What was a very good day almost turned bad as it came to an end. I love my fiance, he IS my soulmate, but no relationship is perfect and we do argue sometimes. Such as tonight. It all passed and everything is fine now, but the key here is that I handled the interim without turning to food. In spite of my chocolate treat for tomorrow sitting there, offering it's solace. Instead, I muscled through, doing crossword puzzles to refocus my mind while enough time passed to be able to kiss and make up. Then I had my sensible, late night snack that I try to save calories. I have enough trouble sleeping already, I don't need to be hungry at bedtime too. So, I'm ending my day within my goals and it's all good.

I also discovered today that the nice people at the CVS Minute Clinic don't mind letting me use their scale - so I now know my exact weight. It was a little higher than I had guessed, but I was pretty close. It doesn't really change much - I already had a long way to go - but it's not really about those pesky numbers anyway. It's about feeling good and fitting into my embroidered jeans and pinstripe pants again. It's about being able to walk around all day in heels again.

I'm looking forward to tomorrow and my "day off" though. It's not a day off just because it's a holiday and I'm not planning on going on a binge either. It's just something my Mom and I discovered years ago. We learned that we were able to stick with the plan better if we just gave ourselves some slack one day a week. A day when we can satisfy any cravings we might have had during the week. A day to allow ourselves the freedom to enjoy the things we shouldn't eat, but love to have. I had lost about 60 pounds before I let it all go, so I know I can do it again and that one day a week to cut loose a little does me more good than harm.