Well, moving to school I sort of fell off the diet wagon. I say sort of because I did spend 8 hours doing heavy-duty cleaning (and I live on the 3rd floor so walking to the dumpster is no easy task) yesterday and have gotten myself back on track today without realizing it.
Really the only thing I did *that* bad was not count calories, I ate when I was hungry and stopped when I was full, and if I went over I doubt it was by that much.
I'm back with my boyfriend and he seems to curb my need to eat all the time. I don't know how or why, but thankfully he does.
I just feel I should "confess" my lack of calorie counting somewhere. I guess that's silly really. Oh well, guess I'm just silly then.