Had most of a good day at the picnic. Those that were fashionably late (at least to be noticed) succeeded in chapping my ass. I was worried it would happen and it did. How do you tell someone for years that you don't want to effect your kid and then change your tune in months with someone else. Yea, yea, I know, never really interested. THAT is what makes you an asshole.

Was a bit weak at the picnic and had a few bites of things I shouldn't have had: a sno-cone and two bites of cotton candy, but what's worse is going for ice cream after. I guess being agitated from the day and not seeing movement on the scale eroded my will.