I fell off the wagon last night. I ate pizza and cheese breadsticks really late at night, and almost got sick right after. I had done well all day, my husband has been so supportive and complimented me and my hard work all day and then... the fall... I know if I keep kicking myself for it that it will only make me want to eat even more. I need to find a way to manage my stress better. Food is not a cure all, its fuel... I need to start seeing food as fuel and not a security blanket when everything goes wrong in the world. Ive done well today, eating wise so far. I hope to do 30 mins on my bike tonight and I think I'm going to call a local hotel to find out about a membership to use their pool. I'm not too keen on swimming in another persons or business' pool (I'm a germaphobe), but I'm not to keen on being so overweight either. I'm going to do this this year. This is my year.