"Only" 2.8 lbs

I got on the scale this morning and saw the result of my hard work. 2.8 pounds. My first reaction was disappointment, but as I got into the shower I started to put things into perspective. When I first started last Tuesday, I was hard core, no carbs no sugars, nothing but lean proteins and vegetables. I was also miserable, and I broke. I had a quarter pounder and fries on Saturday and then on Sunday a piece of cake. My "hard" work wasn't going to pay off because this was not a way I could live. I didn't gain all this weight at once, I am not gonna lose it all at once and to lose it, I needed something that worked. Luckily I figured out  quite quickly what was gonna work for me. I immediately added fruit back into my diet and gave myself permission to have a small cheat a day. That cheat being a tablespoon of peanut butter that I mix with a banana. Delicious!! I am happy, the scale was still down and 2.8 lbs ain't that bad. I am proud of that loss and know I am more likely to keep it off with a "diet" that I can stick with it. One week in and I am feeling good.

195.8

195.8 - it is what the scale said this morning. That is the number that keeps running through my brain. That is what I have been obsessing about all morning. 195.8. How did I get here? How did it let myself go so much? Why can't I stop over eating and over induldging? I have a lot of questions and a lot of thinking to do. But right now, all I can think about it is 195.8

Sad

Feeling sad today. I forgot to grab my food this morning on the way out the door which lead to a long spiral of horrible eating. I am getting back on that wagon, but was just so disappointed with how the day went. Tomorrow is a new day and a new chance to start over. I plan on taking that opportunity and running with it. Hopefully I will remember my meals tomorrow.