“Well, hello mid-170s… not so nice to see you again.”
Weight: 247 lbs.
Weight: 174.4 lbs.
Yes, your powerful math skills are not lying to you – I gained a sparklingly awful 5.6 lbs. at WI this week. It’s two days later, and I’m still trying to make peace with it.
My list of excuses is long. Am I on medication that is making my joints swell? Yes. Am I super congested? Yes. Is it a bad idea to be trying to lose weight while you’re ill? Yes. BUT, I blew all of those excuses out of the water with my incredible lack of tracking and binge eating. For an entire week. So as much as I’d like to blame the germs currently making an amusement park out of my body, I know that it was my bad decisions that resulted in such a huge gain.
What can I do but forgive myself and get back to it? I’ve hopped back on the wagon, and my plan tonight is to write a letter to myself that I can read in times when I’m tempted to eat a brownie to make myself feel better.
I can do this, I will not give up.