197. Again

Dammit. Last night, after my run, I went up to the Limelight and ordered a Sante Fe chicken sandwich and fries.

The sandwich was huge - not just on a round hamburger bun, but on an oblong sandwich roll.

Damn it was good, though. And the fries, dipped in ranch? Delicious. And altogether they were about 985 calories. Which is 500 calories more than I needed if I want to keep losing weight.

And then? And then? I walked back home (yay, me!) and stopped at Foster's Market to get a couple of donuts (boo, me). Another 509 calories I did not need. Fuck.

So, no surprise this morning, when I woke up and weighed myself. I knew the number before I could see the number on the scale.

One hundred and ninety seven pounds.

Which is where I was when I started being serious about dieting again, 12 days ago.