That's what showed up on the scale this morning. I can't pretend that I don't know why. I had three days of not so great eating; the worst one on date night. This would be the part where I would stop getting on Spark for awhile, get depressed with myself, and kind of give up. But that's not what I'm going to do this time. I'm going to accept the fact that my body is not going to allow me to eat what I want whenever I want it. I'm getting a little older, and the distance between now and 40 is narrowing. But I thank God. I'm still here. And I have a chance to get it right. So instead of harping on shoulda woulda coulda, I'm going to pick up the pieces and keep moving. I know I ate something salty and fried the night before weigh in. I know that I need to stay away from soda. I know I had sweets three days in a row. I can do better. I will do better.