Three weeks in a row, no weight lost. It was bound to happen eventually---44 pounds down without one was a little too good to be true but I know it's because there have been more dinners out, more beers consumed, more junk eaten, even more beer consumed. Shit needs to get back on track. The wheels need to go back on the bus. I can't possibly work out enough to offset the fun I am having. I need to go back to obsessively weighing myself. I need to go back to being super strict about my point intake and tracking. I need to stop drinking so much. Damn!