It actually started last night when I realized that I had left my leather jacket at mass yesterday. I called the office this morning to see if anyone had turned it in, but I had to leave a message because they weren't open yet. Then this morning I had a fight on the phone with my sister (we rarely fight) that left me in tears. Now, to top it off, I decided to weigh myself this morning because I hadn't in about six weeks. The last time I weighed in was when I hit 140.
Now I know I had put on a few pounds because I wasn't able to do my exercise for 4 weeks due to bronchitis and I went back to eating carbs again. But I was in shock to see that I was 150.5 this morning!!! [V] That just put me over the edge. I worked so hard to get my weight off over the past 2 years and to put on 10.5 pounds in 6 weeks astounds me. I know, I know...don't be a slave to the scale but it still depresses me.
I wanted to do a 7-day bootcamp last week and had to stop after 3 days because I re-pinched a nerve in my upper back. I'm planning on taking it easier and not pushing so hard this week. Maybe I need to build up to a boot camp. I'm also going to start to eat better. I felt so great at 140 but did not get to enjoy it for very long.
I hope this day gets better. I need a hug!!!