It's too much. I can't be possibly gaining all that weight back. It could just be a gas bubble hurting my stomach. Or I could be lying to myself and instead it's the fact that these jeans are too tight and I have fucked up everything. I had it. I had the routine down. I'd work out and be able to eat like a normal person. Well more so than a normal person. I wasn't out to be Miss Fucking America, I just wanted to lose some weight. Now I let my schedule, the fact that I never have a spare second to do anything that isn't required of me, etc... I overeat and don't work out. I am wasting money, time and more by doing this shit. That's it. I have to do the unthinkable. It's Diet Time. Along with a vigorous work out routine, I will be utterly miserable and start eating right too. After Thanksgiving. No matter how skinny I'd like to be, I wouldn't give up the 3rd best holiday of the year. Period. I ache.