I tried giving a head's up that I would be busy for awhile. I went away, had company, went away for over week, but now I am back and getting settled. I thought that time would just be a break from blogging, but it was also a break from the wagon. I fell off and I fell hard. I haven't weighed myself yet. I'm a little worried. I think I may have gained back all the weight I lost this round.
I need to weight myself. I don't want to because I am scared of what I will see, but by not looking, I can pretend everything is ok and neither get back on track nor feel like I have done anything wrong. That will only make things worse.
I will weight myself tonight. I will get back on track. This will be ok.
I can't help but wonder if this really happened on its own, or of this was subconscious guilt about succeeding. I really think it was the former. I mean, I was out of town for a week for work with no kitchen and pretty much had to eat out every meal. Yes I could have eaten healthier. Yes I could have not gone to the greasy all-you-can-eat Chinese restaurant and make 6 or 7 trips to the buffet.
Ok, this is starting to look more like my fault and less like a matter of circumstances. Did I mention my birthday fell during this break, too? Any sympathy?