I'm back

... and I have been a very, very bad girl. To the left you will see me falling off the wagon.

First, let me start right off with the excuses. I had a very busy time at work (it was Ask Us week for those who know LMT products) two weeks ago and then I went on vacation last week. Yea, I've been really bad. I ate tons of fast food of the worst kinds. Chili cheese fries at Six Flags? Check. Braum's brownie fudge sundae? Check. Cheddar's chicken fried steak? Check.

In a moment of self-evaluation, I have noticed a direct link between the amount of stress in my life and the amount of bad food I put in my mouth. And, oh boy, have I been stressed. So the first step is recognition, now I just need to learn to control the stress, right?

I'm terrified to step on a scale. Last week I had gained 10 pounds!!! Who knows where I'm at now.

So I'm back in town and less stressed, but I've yet to go to the grocery store and haven't gotten back on my game yet. The plan is to hit the store tonight and get back to controlling myself tomorrow. You'd better wish me luck.

I used to criticize people who lost a ton of weight and then gained it right back because, well, why would you go through all that work just to throw it away? But now I totally get it. It comes back so fast!

I'm going to force myself to get on the scale tomorrow so I can get the full assessment of the damage I have done. It's not going to be pretty. I may not make it to work because I'll be balled up on the floor. I know we have sick days, but is there such a thing as "I've gained so much weight after seven months of hard work that I'm too depressed to come to work" days? Do you think my boss will understand? Or should I just wait until Saturday when I have the entire weekend to recover? Decisions, decisions.