A funny thing happened...

Last night, I was doing my usual negative diet speak - something along the lines of, "I don't even know why I bother, I'm never going to lose this weight." I had to laugh at myself, because I've been doing this too long - the negative talk doesn't work any more. I already know it's an excuse, and if I stick with my plan I will lose the weight.

I decided to buy a snack cake while I was out, today. (Yes, I was going to count the calories!) I got home and when I stepped out of the car, I dropped the snack cake right out of the package on the garage floor. Uh...