Well, the day's practically over. I'm playing Scrabble and losing horribly. My boyfriend's already played three seven letter words, and I'm starting to feel like a sore loser. When did he become so good!? According to him, the memory of being beaten by my aunt with the word ADIPOSE has been eating at him, and he's practicing so he can best her the next time. I have no chance at winning at this point, but I'm trying to at least make a good showing.
But more importantly, my teeth are brushed and I can proudly say I kept my promise. Score 1 for accountability, 0 for the binge monster! I thoroughly enjoyed my slice of cheesecake today, and am ready for bed with no feelings of guilt. It wasn't easy, and I came really close to having to write something entirely different in this post. I was about to eat another half a slice about an hour ago, but my boyfriend shamed me out of it. He actually threatened to throw the cheesecake away! Has he no respect for homemade cheesecake!? I glared at him and muttered for a moment, but dutifully put the cheesecake in the fridge.
I'll thank him for it tomorrow when I get to enjoy that last slice of creamy, delicious cheesecake. And for now, I thank you all for holding me accountable. It's like having my own weight loss counselor.