Lonely Weekend

I chart my weight. It goes in a wave, gradually downward, but it does go up every weekend due to drinking, mostly, and the drunk munchies that go with it. So this weekend I didn't drink at all. Did I break the wave? Not really. The whole family was away, so I was bored and there was nobody around to judge me, and I got stoned a few times, so I ended up eating just as much. Reminds me of the Simpsons/Futurama quote:

There are many good reasons to eat: Hunger, boredom, wanting to be the world's fattest man.

Five meals a day sober = #2.