oof, this weekend was not my best as far as staying on plan goes. I went on what I was hoping would be a date on Saturday afternoon, but turned out to be 4 frustratingly platonic hours in a guy's bedroom listening to music-- did I time travel back to high school?
This particular guy is the first person I've actually been attracted to in a couple years, after a complicated situation involving having strong feelings for someone who had feelings for me, but who died of freak illness before we could actually talk about it (a relationship would've been ethically questionable for most of the time we knew each other). I didn't actually find out he reciprocated until after he died. I've been kind of a wreck about it ever since, and even wanting to go on a date is a pretty big step.
This guy's lack of interest, followed by a depressing and boozy Valentines Day party thrown by a friend, started a downward spiral I'm still trying to pull out of. The low point was last night when I finished off an entire pint of Ben and Jerry's while watching Downton Abbey.
Weekends are always my diet downfall, perhaps because there's more time to think about these kinds of things. How do others keep from going off the rails on the weekends?

