Woke up this morning to my phone receiving a text message... I was supposed to meet my friend at his house and then go to the gym... slept right through the alarm... so got up, got ready in a hurry and off I went, on Thanksgiving. Banged out 30 minutes on the treadmill, and 30 minutes on the eliptical. I weighed 198 last NIGHT. I know you shouldn't do that, but sometimes I'm just seized by a neurotic impulse... so I figure I must be sitting at around 197-ish... not quite what I wanted today, so I'm going to make a serious attempt to control myself... I have another 'Thanksgiving' with friends on Sunday, anyway. I'll be a slob at that one if I'm 195 on Sunday morning. That way I have a whole week to flush out all the extra glycogen. I don't know what my bodytype is, but God, I have to mentally prepare myself before eating carbs. I retain so much water. If I go out at night and have an order of wings or GOD FORBID some freakin' pasta... I'll literally weigh 10-12 pounds more for the next two, three, even four days. I know it's not real, but it's a mind-effer.