Another confession: today is a very, very low day for me.
After several days of NOT stressing about food and pretty much just eating what I wanted to [still relatively healthy, but larger portions], I hopped on the scale today.
Four pounds up. In less than three days since my last weigh-in.
Logically, I know this is NOT possible. I would have had to consume more than 14,000 calories (3,500 calories per pound gained) over what I needed to survive in order to put on this much weight. Not to mention that I exercised substantially in the last few days – kickball, over an hour on the elliptical, running errands – it’s just not physically possible that I’ve gained a solid four pounds of fat.
Logically, I understand this.
Emotionally, I’m in tatters.
I’m mad at myself. I feel guilty. I feel fat. Disgusting. Pathetic. Worthless.
This is the emotional roller coaster all yo-yo dieters face. We have our ups. We have our downs.
Today is a down.
I am blessed that I have a husband who, amazingly, understands. He had been overweight as a kid and, as a result, he can empathize with my struggle on a deeper level than most.
Instead of letting me sink into a depression, he’s taking me out. We’re going to drive around and look at properties [we’ve been house-hunting for a while] and then hit the farmer’s market for fresh, organic vegetables and fruits. We’re going to savor the cooler weather and the sunlight.
We’re not going to let a number on the scale ruin an otherwise perfect day.
Can logic overpower emotion?
Today, I’m going to find out.