It had to happen sometime.

Well, ladies and gentlemen, it has happened. I hopped on the scale this morning, and instead of going down, the numbers went up. Not by much (1.4 lbs.) but still -- it's the wrong direction.

My head knows that they tell you not to weigh yourself every day because the body naturally fluctuates. My head knows that I ate a bunch of cucumber and tomatoes before going to bed last night, and that it's probably just water related to that. My head has seen the numbers and knows that I'm doing everything right and that I have not cheated once this entire week. My head knows that that 1.4 lbs will be gone by tomorrow, probably taking a friend with it.

But ... My gut is frustrated, and mad, and fixated on the apple turnovers that I know are in the next room.

And this, folks, is where the battle of my bulge truly begins.