**Day 312**

So, after I breakfast (two pieces of toast with a little peanut butter on them, one plum, hot tea, and a glass of water) I headed upstairs to get dressed for the day, and I decided to step on my scale.  I haven't been on it since Oct. 31st, which is not the norm for me.  Normally, I hop on that thing, at least, every couple days, but with the sickness going on around here I just haven't cared, or really even thought about it.  Anyway, what I saw on that scale was not good - 228.5.  Shit.  I was in shock.  I gained 10.5 pounds in 8 days?!  That's not possible, right?  Sure, I had just finished with breakfast, and I've only worked out, like, one time since my last weigh-in, and I haven't been eating all that great, but, no, gaining 10 pounds in one week did not happen.  So, I got off the scale, and stepped back on - still 228.5.  I got off again, and got back on - still 228.5.  I took the battery out of the scale, put the battery back in, and stepped on the scale again - still 228.5.  Then, for about two minutes, I went through all the stages - denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance.  So, here I am, accepting the fact that this is where I am....again....but I refuse to stay here for long.  Heading back into the 230's is not going to happen.  Staying in the 220's isn't happening either.  Things have, clearly, gotten out of hand, and I have to do something about it, but talk is cheap.  I'm done talking.  I'll be back.