Week 2 = No good

As I sit here eating my sugar-free popsicle (when this is the last thing I feel like) I'm eating after my tiny dinner that did not fill me up, I am self-depricating. Reflecting on how I feel, week 2.
I mean, I know it hadn't exactly been a stellar week, but how did I gain a pound? I'm guessing the pizza and chili fries and 26 gallons of wine I consumed this weekend didn't help, but I guess you could say I was expecting a mini-miracle?
I need to focus and buckle down if I'm really serious about this.
I'm off to watch tv where I will try to ignore my hunger pains.
Good night.

My nemesis

The scale. We are keeping it in our office and it happens to be right by my desk. It just sits there all day and taunts me, I swear it does. When I pass it by to go to the kitchen it chuckles quietly to itself.
It's day 3 and I'm feeling confident, I've been eating better and exercising. And the only reason I didn't go to Mcdonald's yesterday when I was dying for it was cause
a. I didn't have cash and that's all they take
and
b. my nemesis would know, I just know it would.

Today is the first day of the rest of your life...

And the first day of my diet.

We are weighing in today, the '3rd party weigher' is due in our office at about 1pm. I'm really at my largest today since I ate so much food this weekend, I could have fed a family of 4.

Here are some before and after photos, the magic of my friend Sonya. Here is hoping that when this challenge ends I won't need the help of photoshop. The first picture is what I really look like, the 2nd photo is what I will look like!

Scales at Bed Bath & Beyond are wrong..

at least I'd like to think so. I was with a friend at Bed, Bath and Beyond yesterday shopping and we came upon the scale section. We decided to step on. I stepped on about 3 different ones, convinced they were wrong. Well, as it turns out, I was the wrong one! I am about 6 pounds heavier than my highest weight I kept quoting to myself and others.
I am weighing in at 156. I am at my largest.
Like I like to mention to my sister and anyone else who will listen, I was 120 about 10 years ago when I was in high school.I guess I feel the need to let people know I wasn't always this big.
A small group of us are starting our own 'biggest loser' weight loss competition and we have our first weigh-in on Tuesday, January 22, 2008. A day I secretly refer to as doomsday.
The diet officially starts on Tuesday, so I feel like I am performing my last rites of food in the next couple of days (I think the pizza my friend and I shared last night at midnight was part of that).
I mean, let's be honest, the weight didn't come on overnight and it won't come off that way either. So, let the games begin.