Yesterday I felt really good about my efforts to get in shape, and lose weight. I got in a really good workout at the gym. I lifted weights, did three miles on the track, then 25 minutes in the steam room. After I came home, I had hardly eaten anything, and was starving, but ate a small, high-protein dinner. As I was getting ready to go to bed, I felt pretty good about having lost some weight, and figured that I'd be at least 1 pound lighter the next morning. Then, I had a whole bag of Milano cookies, and a bowl of ice cream.