Wow, this weekend should have been a disaster. I was weak and brought home a store-bought carrot cake on Saturday. I cut a piece, ate half, then threw the rest away because it didn't taste very good. I counted the points for it, and planned the rest of the day accordingly to stay within points. I was very proud of myself. Any other time, a cake incident would have sent me to Binge City for the rest of the day.
So, then I started yesterday off with a huge breakfast. Way too much food, but again, I counted every point. Then I was tempted by the carrot cake again, but threw it in the garbage. I ate a sensible dinner, but the day ended with me not feeling very good about my food choices. I journaled and accounted for everything, but still. TOM is still here, so I just feel BLAH about everything. And I guess I knew that WI this morning was going to be a depressing experience, which might have had something to do with my less than controlled eating this weekend.
But surprisingly, I didn't show a gain this morning. I weighed in at 309, which is .2 down from last week's morning WI and the same as last week's WW WI. I stepped on the scale three different times to make sure it was right. I ALWAYS gain when TOM is here. And I especially DESERVE a gain after my eating this weekend. I'm sure it will catch up with me, but I'm going to try everything in my power to make it disappear before next week's WI. I want that 25 lb. prize!