I had a really bad night last night. I got on the scale after dinner, clothes and all, and the scale read "181.6". I just flipped out. I worked WAY too hard and sacrificed way too much this year to gain almost 10lbs in a WEEK.
I'm really disgusted with myself. I started purging the house of bad stuff by giving my sister two sleeves of un-diet soda that Boyfriend's mom brought over. Unfortunately, the families gave a us a ton of good stuff that they know we love to eat, and it's filling up my pantry. I don't want to get rid of absolutely everything, because Boyfriend likes that stuff too.
He's another thing. He says he hates how he looks right now, but won't do anything about it. Time for me to start making dinner again, I think.