Ubergirl here. Some of you old timers remember me. I lost 110 lbs starting in June 2009. I overhauled my entire life too, started running and went from complete couch potato to running and daily exercise.
Unfortunately, my big weight loss plan coincided with many other major life stressors. In September I moved my entire family from our home of ten years, my kids started new schools, my husband started commuting, and I started a brand new job with a schedule I wasn't used to and a lot of stress.
I held my own in spite of the stress until about January, then slipped up, then got back on track. Five weeks ago, we moved again (out of temporary housing into a permanent home) but I also lost access to the gym I had been using.
I've had to work all summer while the rest of my family has vacationed. (my husband is a teacher.) While they were away at the beach, I used the excuse that I was feeling stressed and sorry for myself to go hog wild. I literally ate two entire sheet cakes. BINGE CITY.
This morning, I stepped on the scale. I've adjusted my ticker. I've called the gym and made an appointment to join.
So, I'm not as thin as I was this time last year (my all time low was 187)
On the other hand, I still weigh less than I had previously weighed any time in the past twenty years-- prior to my weight loss, my all time low was 230, back in the early 90s.
I am a stress eater, and what I've realized is that I basically give myself permission to binge because a) I can restart tomorrow and b) I'm still not as fat as I used to be.
This morning, I weighed 217. On 5/28, the last time I weighed in, I weighed 204. I had previously bounced all the way up to 215 in late April and then gotten back down.
My family is away AGAIN, but this time I have bought healthy food and am going to stay away from the grocery store.
One day at a time. My goal, for now, is to make it through today.