Oh poop, I overindulged. There was no good reason, really. I didn't have a celebratory meal out or go out with friends. My sweet tooth was just throbbing and I'm tired of denying myself! So tonight I didn't. And I don't really feel bad about it.
I want to lose weight, I really want to meet my goals but I sort of nailed it yesterday, I'm putting too much pressure on myself. I want my weigh-in at my next doctor's appointment to be as spectacular as possible but whatever happens happens. Regardless of the number I see on the scale I will continue my efforts. Nothing will really be different.
I'm in a rough patch right now. I'll get through it and hopefully I'll get through it unscathed and then I will hit another smooth patch. Maybe weighing myself will be a relief, regardless of the number. I've been so stressed that I gained over Easter, and so obsessive about making up for it. Maybe I only gained 2 lbs. Maybe I've maintained and I'm exactly the same. I'm punishing myself for a crime I'm not even certain I've commit! It's gotta be the not knowing that's putting me on edge.
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