Captains log, Stardate 2321.5
It is Day 33 of the Diet. An invader boarded the ship smuggling Halloween candy with them. I ordered a red alert. Despite setting the phasers to stun I was unable to stop the powerful force field-like grip the candy had pulling me towards it.
I consumed a shit-ton of said confection and my self-esteem was badly injured in the melee.
I awoke with sugar dust on my lips, chocolate on my fingers, lying in a pile of mini-wrappers feeling like I wanted to vomit. Demoralized sums it up best.
Perhaps I am the unfortunate of which the Big Book speaks on page 58, I’m feeling quite depressed. After losing a good amount of weight when I faced the scale on Day 30, this my WP peeps was an epic fail.
“Chekov, resume original course to Planet Diet, warp factor 2. Engage….”