Somehow, between now and the last time I went home, which was about two months ago, I gained three pounds. Three pounds is HUGE to me. Now I’m 120, a weight goal I was trying to hit by the time I was in my mid-30’s. Instead of eating chocolate eclairs, ice cream, chips and dip, individually wrapped Reeses Peanut Butter Cups, strawberry cheesecake, chocolate bars, and other such munchables, I’m going to try to take advantage of post-session taste enhancement and eat fruits, vegetables, yoghurt, and other healthy foods. There’s just something about salt though, a certain taste that can’t be found in the fruits that I like. Except for bananas. Bananas rule.

I need to pick up some bananas today.

Somehow, I’m at an all-time high of 117 lb. In the last three years I’ve been fluctuating between 114–115, no matter how much or how little I ate. I never even imagined that I’d break the 115 barrier, so suddenly finding out that I was this…“heavy” came as a huge surprise. I’m guessing that it’s my metabolism adjusting to being on a regular schedule of three meals a day now, on top of the extra exercise that causes me to eat like a BEAST.