I lasted 15 days

I lasted fifteen days of counting points until I crashed and burned tonight. I had 22 points(c) left when the girly calls me up at 5, causing me to leave work. I was really burned out and I knew that I wasn't going to get anymore work done so I left. We went to the Penny Farthing, a kick-ass English pub down the street from me and I had a beer (probably six points) and a penny burger (beef, cheese, bacon, condiments, and your typical burger veggies). I had the waitress substitute a side salad for fries.

But it didn't end there. I was good until I got a little stressed a few hours ago. I had some Healthy Choice fudge pops (1 point each), a twinkie, the rest of the champagne from New Years, some OJ, and about a quarter-tube of Pringles. So yeah, I slipped up and took it to the max.

And then my friend with a Guy-Fieri fetish sends me this link, which makes me drool for more fucking food:

This is what Dragon Ball Z would look like with a thyroid problem.

In counting points, I lost about 8 pounds, which is good, but god damn staying on target is hard. Tomorrow is a new day and I should start anew.

Oh, and the rest of that bottle of champagne... it crept up on me. So this was a semi-drunk rant.

Edit: in case you're wondering, I got my MSW application in on time. That paper was a bitch but for whatever reason, I didn't stress out enough to fall off the wagon.

Edit 2: This is for Brownie

I literally barfed in my mouth at 1:47. I wonder if this is a look at how fucker eats kitty.