The Showdown!

I don't expect a good weekend of scale results when I weigh-in. Why? While I didn't commit a felony, I took Minnie on "Daddy Date Night" last night, I squared off against one of my old foes in movie theater popcorn. It was for Minnie, I ordered a small, and the smell finally broke me. I held up so well for so long, but when it got to the end of the movie and she still had about 2 cups left in her bag and she "was full," I then caved. I ate it. Then, I took on the next step in the evening. I asked her "Where do you want to go for our dinner date Minnie?" She replied with "I want to go to Golden Corral!" Good grief. Not exactly the finest cuisine, but when you're hungry, it's not a nice place to be. In the end, I did PRETTY good, which meant having about 250 grams of steak, an unsweet tea, a few shrimp, and some broccoli. Then, this morning, I get 321.4. Still, lots of movement on the scale from the start, but I can't get off the system like I did and continue to expect to get good results. I need to stick with it. I have to. Be strong Troy! Weekends can be toughest due to the bored/social aspect of my eating. 1,000 calories over the next two days. 14 down, 86 to go. EIGHTY-SIX! Holy crap! Oh, the choices I've made...