7 lbs. That’s what I gained in two weeks of eating crappy and not hitting up the gym. I’m sure that some of that 7 lbs is water weight, caused by an overload of processed foods, but still. 7 lbs.
It’s behind me. I’ve been binge-free for two days now, which to me is more important than hitting my calorie target. I attended my step-fathers funeral yesterday and managed to indulge in some baked goods from the sweet tray, but I had anticipated this and eaten very lightly prior to going. I counted what I ate and I’m satisfied with how I managed a pretty stressful event.
I have some really stressful things coming up, I’ve got to finish packing, I’m moving and there is still a ton of work left to do on the house. But I’m going to get through it. I’m going to focus on the small moments, rather than the big picture, and I’m going to make it through this.
I will not use my stress as an excuse to binge eat. I’m making this statement here so that I can come back and read it if I need to. That is going to be my focus. I can’t expect that my eating is going to be perfect in this topsy-turvy time, but if I can just get through this without binge eating, I will be proud and satisfied.
Wish me luck.