I hate all scales right now. ... And I ate

Nov 18, 2014

Last week I thought I was doing really good. Checking in for class, pumped up! I hoped on the scale and gained. WTH? Well as I was walking away this girl said... that cant be right and got on the other scale. What do ya know there was a 3lb difference. ok so that means I lost 2lbs and was totally stoked. That was thursday. This weekend was fairly easy. I didn't eat like I usually do on the weekends. I was practicing making large dishes for my company and sticking to my own foods. Monday rolls around (as do I these days) and I have a physical scheduled to change my primary dr to a more supportive one for aftercare and such. Well I hoped on that scale and I wanted to cry. That would mean that the first scale was right last week and that I gained over the weekend. I went home and ate a whole tub of tortilla soup from vons then started in on the cheese in the house. I know what I did and why. And now I have to fix it. I really hope the scale was wrong and I know I shouldn't have done what I did after the fact. Tonight I am going for a walk and meditating after. I really need to get my head in the game. I just am having trouble with the pre percentage weight loss. It feels like every failed crash diet but 10x worse because I know it is a MUST and I am trying.  I have the, loose 3 gain 4 factor. This is tough. I will get through this. It is hard to tell myself not to eat. I feel crappy when I eat and I feel crappy when I tell myself I need to practically starve. I am having trouble finding a middle ground. Anyway, rough start to my week. Up and over and through. That's all I can do!

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