OK, so I had a girls-night-out in Fort Wayne on Saturday...then my husband's birthday was on Sunday, and well, honestly, every Friday night is a gimme at our house.  With that preface let's dive in...  So, the mantra for Saturday night was "What happens in Fort Wayne, stays in Fort Wayne" but apparently my scale didn't get the memo.  Four of those lost pounds (yes, four) I found 'em!  I got on the scale this morning being fully aware that it was going to be a stunning blow.  In the past I would've ignored it...no news is good news- Ignorance is bliss-and all that.  But today, I knew that the fastest way to get me back on track and motivated to be there was through truth and reality.  (Not my best friends but we are becoming amicable.)  So with a therapeutic confession to my husband (poor guy also gained four pounds this weekend...hey wait, maybe it's the scale's fault) we dove back into the habits we've diligently developed over the past 43 days that we've been working thru the 17 Day Diet cycles.   And, FYI, I felt like doody on Sunday...(not entirely from "Fort Wayne," I was relatively well behaved) but from the junk I'd been eating, and the drastic decrease in my H2O intake.  Negative reinforcement, so good for me.  A nutritional hand-slap...       "Please, sir, may I have another?    I'm back baby!  Jenny