Falling off the wagon

It's been a rough week. First of all, bright and early Monday I found out I somehow gained two pounds over night. That's pretty darn frustrating. I was 216 on Sunday, and 218 on Monday. Grrr...

I exercised the entire weekend and stuck to my diet (with the exception of a sugar cookie or two). Still, there's no reason to gain TWO pounds over night.

To top it off, Monday was just a really bad day altogether. So, in true Julie fashion, I ate a bunch of bad stuff Monday night to make myself feel better. It didn't really work, but I'm not going to lie and say that frosty from Wendy's wasn't yummy.

I didn't even bother weighing myself today. I don't want to know how bad the damage was. I did get back on track and I'll weigh myself tomorrow and see where I'm at. Here's hoping there's improvement the rest of the week.