I have a confession.  I have been quite the little piggy this week.  I’m not sure what my deal is, but if I actually sat down and counted my points for this week, I think the total would be somewhere near Jupiter.   I’ve really been struggling lately and I think I just got tired of it.  I got burned out on Weight Watchers in general and I think I began to resent the fact that I couldn’t just eat whatever I wanted whenever I wanted anymore.  Subconsciously, I think I decided to take a break.  Although that break has turned into more of a bender.

February has been a rough month for me.  My little brother was killed by a drunk driver five years ago this month and his birthday was this week, too.  I’m sure that all of that has influenced the fact that I’ve been devouring everything in sight.  I’ve always been an emotional eater, but I thought I had finally gotten a handle on it.  Apparently not.

As I’ve said before, I’m still a work in progress and again, this has made it apparent that this is something I will always struggle with (finding ways to silence that inner “eat me, eat me!” demon).

I know that I will be eating out later today (mexican - ack!), so I know today is a bust already.  However, tomorrow, I am forcing myself to get back on plan.  Perhaps I can salvage a bit of my week before Tuesday.  I’m predicting a huge gain, though.  Whatever happens, I vow to nip this in the bud now.  I refuse to go back to where I was.