Back in the WW saddle again. The scales (179), the mirror, the camera and the clothes (14's & 16's) can't all be lying. I am trying a new instructor and a new location to see if it will work any better, longer and not have me crawling back and back and back. this has been going on since 1971 in the old days of liver once a week and canned tuna. But it is healthy and it works if I work it. In keeping with the resolve yesterday when I rejoined, I went to yoga class last night and staggered up to do 45 min. on the recumbent bike too. Didn't eat today until 3pm and still wasn't really hungry. Had leftover veg soup with deck of cards size of leftover brisket and a Diet Rite Zero. I had decided to get off aspartame but looks like I am away from that now. I will try not to be such a whore about them as I was and stick mainly to iced tea, green decaf tea enhanced with lemonade Crystal Lite store brand stuff but today after the soup I wanted a little sweet. It has been in the fridge a while and I worried that it might have expired and I'd get a mouthful of carbonated water but no. It hit the spot. Tonight at 7:30pm I am going back for more punishing yoga and the bike too. I am reading a book called "The End of Overeating" but that seems very optimistic but it is keeping me thinking about this battle I fight again and again. A little like the Vietnam war where we took areas only to lose them and have to fight and retake the same ground. So I am getting into the pink camo to go to war against the creeping immortal and returning fat.