Just a quick blog : it is a little before 1am and I've once again slipped up and eaten more food at night. At least it was food fat free cottage cheese, skinless chicken breast, and a turkey sandwish on rye. But calories are calories. And I did so good the rest of the day today, too. Oh well. The problem is it doesn't really "click" in my head that "oh yeah, my eating is through... stay in bed". Until I start to get full. I mean, Wednesday and Thursday I did great but then tonight --- I don't know. Something is up. Well. I have to be doligent tomorrow and Sunday is my "progress report" and maybe I'll still make it a CHEAT DAY. It depends. If I did not lose any fat I'm not cheating on Sunday. I'll have to be good while my wife gets whatever she wants. Because she has done perfectly on her plan. She is my inspiration. But I screwed up. Ahhh. But tomorrow is a new day and next week is a new week and I'll try once again to stop eating at night. Because I don't care if it's the heathiest food in the world, I eat TOO MUCH at night when my control is almost nil. Well it could be worse. At least it wasn't junk food and at least afterwards I just admit I screwed up, plan to do better and I don't go throw up or anything. Although admittedly that would make for a more dramatic blog entry.

I've decided to nickname my habit of eating at night The Zombie. At LEAST he doesn't have a hankering for brains.