I know how it happened but it doesn't make it feel any better.
I gained 1.4 pounds this week.
The thing that makes me the maddest is how I sacrificed and controlled my cravings and stuck to the plan and did everything right and didn't cheat at all (except for last Saturday). And by Wednesday I'd lost all 3 pounds that I'd gained on Saturday. But for some reason I gained a pound on Wednesday that showed up on the scales by Thursday morning. Then another half pound by Saturday morning.
But I really know what happened, I just don't like it. I didn't exercise. My days of losing weight by just eating right are gone. From here on out its gonna get harder. Like it hasn't been hard enough already right?
The saddest part about all of this is I now have 6 pounds to lose over the next 4 weeks in order to meet my interim goal of losing those 100 pounds by Thanksgiving. That's a lot!
What if I don't make it? I've always known there was a possibility that I wouldn't meet my challenge but I always thought I would.
Well I guess I know what I'll be doing next week...
Exercising my butt off!