Losing a part of me

I made it through the weekend relatively unscathed. I am not going to say that I did not cheat a little – I absolutely did, but not terribly. I had some mini crisps (essentially flavoured rice crackers in chip form), and I had some peanuts. If that was the worst cheating that I did during one of the worst weekends of my life, then I am absolutely not going to complain. Not being able to see a light at the end of a very long tunnel does not mean that there isn’t one. Things will get better… one day.

I was completely shocked by my weight gain this morning. I cannot think of anything that I did that would account for a two-pound increase. I know, it is just a blip… but it sucks. Either the scale was telling me that it had made a mistake the last few days, and was just correcting for that, or it wanted to tell me to keep myself in check today, and it would correct things tomorrow (or at least over the next few days).

We begin my second week of fourteen-hour-days. I had a good chat with a very close friend this morning and it gave me a little bit of a boost. Hopefully that will carry through for a few days. Next week I am off work, and I will take that opportunity to prepare for an exam that I need to take sooner rather than later. In the meantime, I did my shopping for the week yesterday and I was pretty good on buying only what I should be buying. I will keep my head up and keep trying to look forward to a better day.

In a couple of weeks, I am expecting my newly tailored clothes to come in, and I am looking forward to that. I wish… ah, what does it matter. They will be great.

Thanks for reading.