Please Keep Trying!

After taking a week (or was it two?) to get my eating back on track, I’ve finally feel as if I can breathe a little easier. Looking ten pounds of fat in the face (literally) was enough to make me not eat a second helping and not much of a first one either.

I’m going to the gym as much as my bum knee will allow me (four days one week, two weeks the next) and I don’t feel as fat anymore. The weight’s still there, trickling off by ounces, but I don’t have the sense of being a fat girl like I did two weeks ago.

I’m still depressed about the whole affair, and believe I suffered some kind of loss because of the weight gain. But at least I was aware of the gain and now know my body well enough to be able to check in with it. So yeah, I gained weight. I gained about ten pounds. I feel horrible because of it yet even though I suffered a setback, I won a victory in that I caught it and immediately rectified the problem. That’s gotta count for something!