I know it’s just a number, I know I don’t really care what that number is. But I wasn’t as careful about what I ate (and drank) as I should have been while we were in Portland, and I am very much dreading weighing in. It’s amazing how much damage a stupid little number can do to my resolve, how discouraging it can be.

Niles thinks I’m being overdramatic; he thinks I didn’t eat as much as I think I did, and he points out that we pretty much walked all over that city, so it’s not like I didn’t get exercise while I was out there. Still… well there’s no point worrying about it now, right? Tomorrow morning will tell.