For the past almost 5 days now I've bee going great. Actually impressing myself. Then today after eating soup, crackers and such the boyfriend brings over... Mc Donalds. 1 cheese burger and fries later I'm feeling all warm inside and not too guilty since it was sort of like a mini reward for doing well. Then my friends and I go out... and we order 50 wings. I couldn't resist. I think I had 10. Now I want to die. Eww... tomorrow I'll get back on track.