I can't say I didn't see it coming.

The day that I reached 200lbs in weight. I'm not actually sure if it happened before today, since I never had a scale handy during my last three-week trip, but I was basically that exact weight when I got home today. I thought somewhere in my mind that I would be able to easily avoid it somehow... but, as the quaint and sometimes wise quote states, failing to plan is a plan to fail. Anyway, it's not like being this weight is technically failing... but I definitely want to get back to the much healthier 165lbs or so where I belong.