Brownies must be in cahoots with the devil.

I screwed up today. Started out good: 45 cals for breakfast, 90 cals for lunch, 90 cals for dinner. Then it went down hill from there: I wanted something sweet. My sister bought me a brownie. I only ate 1/4 of it, and I know that had to be about 100-120 cals. = / It was from Fresh Market and it was amazingly evil. I wasn't going to eat it, but I opened the fridge and it gave me puppy-dog eyes and said "Please, Torr....Please lub me. Please eateth me....I can't survive much longer. Me swears I won't make you fat. Me swears!!!"

So I ate 1/4 of it. And it was delicious. Nuff said.

I'm down to 112 today, though I doubt that'll last after my little situation above. So far I've lost eight pounds since Tuesday....I'm pretty happy about that.

I was laying on the ground watching tv this evening and I overheard my dad say something to my sister. He said I looked like a (quote) "Little Ethiopian." and kind of laughed. Then he told me to make a sad face and look hungry so I'd look like the kids on the commercials. In one way this excited me. In another, it freaked me out because no one, I repeat NO ONE has a clue about me and my eating habits. My family has never acted as though they suspected it or questioned me about it or anything. I guess I'm just good at hiding it, but this just occurred to me:

I can hide eating habits all I want, but I can't hide weight loss.

Bollocks.

Anyway, now I feel almost full for the first time in days and it's really depressing me. I want to puke it all up, but I think I've waited too long now. Ugh....I need to get rid of this. I may have to spend the evening working out.

Stay strong and learn from my mistakes today, friend.
Me.