This would be a perfect indication of me eating my feelings.
I went from 282.0 to 287.2 in less than a week. 5.2 stinking pounds!!! I am trying so hard to not kick myself, to remember this is a process and being tough on myself will only make me stress eat even more.
My mom went in for surgery on Thursday for colon cancer. I've been eating hospital food and eating out over most of the weekend, and the scales show it. Top that off with a club meeting followed by wings and beer and a girls night in with snacks galore and it was a recipe for weight loss disaster.
Today I realized I'd have to get back on the horse so to speak, but still can't seem to find my motivation. This is such a roller coaster for me and it seems my mood for the day is dictated by the number on the scale. At the same time, if I don't weigh myself daily I let things slide all week and stress the day before my weigh in day.
Balance. When will I find the elusive balance I so badly need to be successful in this journey? When will it become easier for me to say no to foods I know aren't helping me reach my goals. When will the "click" stay clicked?
I am addicted to food, of that there's no doubt. I can't give up food the way an alcoholic gives up the drink, but I also know that sugared foods should have a skull and crossbones symbol across them. I know those things I shouldn't eat; I know nutrition well enough to know my sins. Why can't I just stay away?
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