So I've been talking to myself about how I know it's water weight (or food weight, or whatever) and that there's no way I gained (and I was off by a digit) two pounds of fat over the course of the week... particularly not since I did Zumba five days!!! Normally I would have expected to have dumped the water weight by this morning, but I've only dumped about .6 of it - leaving me still up .4 from the last weigh in.
I'm not sure why, exactly, but I'm feeling frustrated over it. Not "quit" frustrated, but certainly "eat a bunch of Easter candy" frustrated.
The Easter Bunny came to see me on Sunday. It brought many lots of bunches of candy. I ate a few pieces (truly, really, genuinely only a few) and brought the rest to work. Now it's sitting here on the edge of my desk and it's calling my name. I think it's calling my name harder because of the frustration.
In my head it goes, "Oh, well, I'm up this week anyway, why not?". It's not even that I'm thinking that I might want a few pieces more... it's a craving for an all out down and dirty binge.
I don't feel very good this week - emotionally or physically. I think this is a contributing factor. It's been a while since I've felt like I was out of control. I'm not ACTING out of control, but I feel like it. I feel like at this exact moment one step in the wrong direction would send me careening down a path that I don't want to be on.
So I guess this is a good moment to draw on those militant reserves. I've been cruising along sort of giving myself some leeway, but I think this is a moment for staying the course carefully... at least until this passes.