After success, inevitably come failure.

Ever go to a fast food place, order twice as much as you can eat (food you do not even like), drive to an abandoned parking lot, and eat while you cry, then stop yourself because now your food is soggy with tears and throw it out?
Ask me how my night went.
 I went to a local pizza place, God only knows why. They sell pizza by the slice, but you know, they aren't regular slices. They are huge. I bought two. Pepperoni is all they had. I hate pepperoni. I ate it anyways. One slice in, I got ahold of myself. I ran to the nearest garbage can and threw the other slice out. But it was too late, the damage had been done.
I
  am
      a
Failure.

Success (?)

You know what makes me happier than anything?
Successful fasts. 48 hours without food.
It can only get better from here, and the number on the scale can only get lower.