We were in Benicia, coming back from Reno, when it happened. There was a hummus plate and a HUGE stack of something fried, dippables. I said to Adam: "I'm having one. I don't care."
He said: "Your body will care."
He was right. Shit-shit-shit.
I was so pissed. What the hell had I done to myself? I mutilated myself, and for what? Then I got home and realized I'd lost weight. In Reno, of all places. It's a start.