Math Sucks

So, I'm sure that I'm making this sound a lot easier than it was. Especially the diet. But, guess what?? It was torture. And.....I cheated.
All. The. Time. (I'm no superhero.)
I tried, tried, tried to stick to the diet, but it was just so bland that it was impossible. Really, who can live on chicken breasts, asparagus, apples, oatmeal, sweet potatoes and rice cakes? (other than Tyrese, of course.) That diet was just too strict. My body craved things. Sweet things. Sweet things with chocolate. Sweet things with chocolate and sprinkles.
I was also suppose to write down everything that I ate or drank. I did follow through on this for a while, but then I got bored. (seriously, how many times do I write: chicken, greens, asparagus?) So, I do the next best thing...I just photocopy the papers over and over. (In case Tyrese ever wants to see them, of course) I keep a little notebook with my false papers in my car.
One of the things that I couldn't resist was frozen yogurt. I'm not sure about you, but here in CA, its a reborn phenomenon. There is a new frozen yogurt shop in just about every shopping center. When one opened up near our office, we sent one of the assistant to go check it out. She came back with a little tub of pink goo. We all had a taste and were excited by it. It was absolutely yummy. The bubbleheaded assistant who retrieved the treasure, exclaimed "and it's only 25 calories!!"
SOLD!
We sent her back for more, every day. Every afternoon, we enjoyed our snack. And I secretly enjoyed it more because it was forbidden. I started to look forward to the afternoons, just so I can get my hit. I got hooked. I mean it, I was hooked.
One day, bubblehead called in sick. Oh no, WHAT THE HELL AM I GOING TO DO NOW?
It was on my mind, all day. I couldn't focus. My mouth was dry and my palms were sweaty. My heart was racing. I was going through detox. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I excused myself and ran to my car. I drove to the yogurt hut, and skipped inside. I ordered my usual berry yogurt. (no extras. See? I do have some self control.) As I'm standing in line, I notice a sign with the nutritional values of all the different flavors and inclusions. I see "Only 25 calories!" and smile. Then, I look closer, and see some small writing after that proclamation, "per ounce".
PER OUNCE!
I rush back to the office, trying to remember if t said fluid ounce or not. Either way, I needed to find out how many ounces were in this tiny tub of magic. The only thing I could think to do, is to weigh it on the postage scale.

The muther f'er weighed 16 oz.

So, according to my math, this tiny bit of goodness was adding an extra 400 calories a day. And never mind that it's also breaking the "no dairy" rule imposed by Tyrese.

I'm so screwed.