The past two weeks, I've managed to stay "clean" on the weekdays in spite of the massive amount of stress I have going on at work, but somehow I just CRACK on either Friday or Saturday and then it's all bets off. Dumpster Diving, Stress Eating or the Dreaded B-word. Whatever you want to call it, it's UGLY, it's painful, it's demeaning...I'm doing all sorts of addict bullshit to try and hide the activity from Hubby.
I JUST want to get through this weekend without it happening again. Basically the only thing keeping me on the wagon is a date with the Evil Scale God on Monday, but I'm also terrified about how much damage I could have done over the past two weekends and the one day binges in the past few weeks. I feel like I've put it all back on. I know it could be as much as 10 pounds because that's how hard I pound food down when I'm in that mode.
I have to just make peace with whatever that number is going to be and consider my starting point back to the original goal and try to reallyreally let go of that lower than 130 pipe-dream.