So I feel like I need to post this as just part of accepting responsibility and moving on even though I don't feel superbad or superdown on myself. I am human. Life happens ya know?
So in the beginning of May I went on a two-week vacation. Relaxed everything during that time. Didn't lose anything and didn't do any damage. By May 29th, I had crossed the threshold to the 200s, getting as low as 297.6. Was feeling super good. It's a major achievement for me. Hadn't weighed that amount in over a decade.
Then the crap hit the fan at work. Super stressful and working lots of overtime. I kinda ate whatever my food-obsessed self wanted and was drinking alcohol several times a week - which I rarely do. I stopped exercising. I gained back around 13 lbs, but it feels like 30!!
Work is finally leveling out and I've told them no more overtime. Tough. Sacrificing my health for them is simply not worth it.
I learned that losing weight and stress: well, I don't handle that very well. lol That doesn't surprise me.
What surprised me was that I missed this! I missed not only how good I felt, but the whole process of losing weight. The challenge of meeting a caloric goal each day in the most inventive and delicious way I could; of meeting my exercise goal every week; of testing my patience and tenacity and meeting those mini-goals.
I'm happy to be back! Ready to get this 13 lbs off and go far, far beyond. I'm eyeing 240s in my mind as a major subgoal.
Thanks for reading. Just had to get it out!