After last night's work rant, and what I consider to be one of the better posts of the Fortress, I was ready for anything to happen today. On Wednesday I felt an anger and frustration I hadn't felt in a long time, all because of one particular situation. You know it was something special because that anger followed me into Thursday morning. When your day is fueled by the previous night's emotions, you never really know what to expect.

So, as I said, I was ready for anything, and that led to one of the strangest days I've had on the Fortress. I entertained both extreme ends of the weight-loss spectrum all in one day. There were very high highs, and very low lows. You might figure out what I mean as you read this semi-brief diary of what transpired.

11:30 a.m.: I'm up! Almost wide awake, and boiling water for my early-morning tea (or noon tea as it might technically be called).

Noon: Mmmmm, tea and tuna for breakfast. I really need to go grocery shopping.

12:30 p.m.: I am feeling depressed. I decide to go to the gym to battle this depression.

12:45 p.m.: I get an IM from a friend. I decide not to go to the gym. Perhaps later (perhaps not).

1:15 p.m.: I'm just out of the shower, squeaky clean, and water logged. I've already eaten breakfast and drank at least 16 ounces of the finest green tea I can find at Safeway. I unthinkingly decide to step on the scale for my midweek, unofficial weigh-in. I expect 283 with all the variables floating around in my system. I weigh in at 275.4, a number I simply cannot believe.

It seems I have somehow lost two pounds since Sunday despite the following actions: A) Off days on Sunday and Monday. B) Eating plans on Tuesday and Wednesday that I wasn't totally thrilled by, though the caloric intake was well below 2,000 each day. Basically on those two days, I ate two tuna sandwiches and two Weight Watchers meals, and that's really it. By my estimation, it came to about 1,500 calories per day. C) Only one abbreviated workout this week, coming on Tuesday when I ellipticised for only 20 minutes because I was running late for work.

Even with all those not-very-conducive-to-weight-loss happenings, I was unexpectedly back around 275 which, as you may have heard, is what I weighed at the lowest point of the 100 Days, and my weight when I moved to California a year and a half ago. Was I happy about this? Yes, I was. Unexpected weight loss is always exciting.

Then I went to work.

1:30 p.m.: I arrive at work to find our conference table littered with cupcakes, chocolate, bread, deviled eggs, and bagels. Ahh, it's that one pregnant girl's maternity leave party! Fuck these people! I am a little sick of all this unwanted temptation. I devise a plan to eat healthy, despite the fact that all this stuff is sitting approximately ten feet from my desk and in my direct line of vision.