I'm so good at forgetting, I quit every game I play

Food today: (Man I'm getting lax)
Breakfast: The usual cereal, only about half as much because I poured orange juice on it by accident and then proceeded immediately to add milk (ugh milk and OJ not a good combo)
On glass of soy OJ (okay by itself)

Snack: One Homemade protien bar

Lunch: A lean cuisine Entree, some terribly sweet fat-free yogurt and some granola to wash down the yogurt with (I know it should be the other way around but it wasn't)

Afternoon snack: Most of one difficult to peel navel orange.

Supper: spaghetti and meatballs. No bread! No bread! did ya hear me! I didn't have any garlic bread with this meal...and I lived!!!

Mental state: Torn between accomplishment and being downtrodden. Feeling great on the one hand because the scale has budged to 284! Feeling some residual crappiness from an arguement with the H man in which he was entirely in the wrong and has yet to sufficiently apologise. I hate it when we argue like that and all could have been salvaged if he had just let me finish instead of jumping to conclusions. As most of our arguements are, this was about money. The only other thing we argue about is housework each of us thinks we do the lion's share of it, and we all know who really does...

So let me talk a bit more about 284. I actually weighed myself 3 times at the gym this evening. I was in shock that it would go down again. I even went so far as to weight myself totally nude post shower. And it's 281! that's pretty damn close to the 270's. It's coming. I ran into my trainer tonight. He kind of put me off on my follow-up consultation until I told him I was going to pay for my training this week. Then he all of a sudden had room in his schedule. I need him to check my form and push me extra hard. I want to hurt the next day. Maybe that sounds crazy but I need the pain to tell me that I'm making progress.