Poor thing.
I'm going to assume that you're as much a veteran in the "diet lingo" as anyone else, so I won't bore you with the whole muscle-weighs-more-than-fat, you're-shaping-and-toning-and-it-might-not-show-up-on-the-scale stuff. Though it's true. Oh, and I forgot this one: you-may-be-retaining-water-wait-it-out factoid. Though that's true, too.
Anyway. I DON'T KNOW why the scale isn't budging for you, but I'M SURE AS **** SORRY FOR YOU that it isn't. Doesn't it ab-so-LUTE-ly blow?

Poor Lesbia.
I have no idea what you weigh or how far along you are in your journey to fitness (I'm guessing farther than me), and those are big factors, too, but you're doing good work on yourself! Keep doing your thing, forgive your foolish moments, and just put one foot in front of the other. Start again every five minutes if you have to. I sure do. Sorry for all the platitudes, I don't mean it that way. Basically what I'm trying to say is that your present situation with the

scale sucks and I'm sorry and you just have to keep on.
Weekend binges: my attitude is "so be it". I just eat/drink what I want to eat/drink and exercise until I feel better if I feel too guilty and sloshy after. Drink a lot of ginger tea if I've eaten/drunk too much. Life's too short, to me. I'm not going to go to my favorite pub and have a salad and a cup of tea. I'm going to go and eat some fries and drink my favorite wheat beer and talk to my husband. After I've MADE SURE that that's what I really want to do. Listening to what I want/need and acting accordingly is part of my struggle with eating healthfully. And I don't eat healthfully some of the time, but if I'm eating something "bad", I make damned sure I'm having a good time doing it or it goes in the trash.
Hope no one throws me off the forum for my...epicurean attitude.
