Snap

I had to move my final bariatric checkup.  It was supposed to be on the 27th at 10 am, but I have a midterm at 9 am.  So... shit.  SHIT.  And of course my doctor is always fucking booked up, so I can't get in until March 8th.  I'm not happy.

Today I allowed myself cake.  I had cheesecake at lunch with Sara and a piece of chocolate cake tonight.  I haven't had junk in about a week, so it felt like a treat instead of guilt ridden poison.  Sometimes when I crave sugar, I eat it, but I don't even like it.  It gets rid of the craving but I don't feel satisfied.  This was different.  Still, I'm sure I've gained more weight.  I'm not getting on the scale to check until my appointment though.  I don't want to break it.