Well, it'd been about a year, I'd been so controlled, and I screwed all that up.
My fiancé is having dinner at his parents, I was wrecked from work so I stayed home. I thought I was ok, until I went over my calorie limit, and couldn't face getting on the elliptical trainer. So I sat here and burnt, now I've got a flannel on my arm full of ice trying to minimise the damage, which is useless.
He's going to see them, I'm going to have to explain, and he's going to insist I go see someone.
The ironic part? I got up and did half an hour on the trainer after...
I'm a god damn mess, I thought I was past this crap.