I am so disappointed in myself. Honestly.
I lost 65 pounds. I proved I could do it. I was so happy with the goals I had achieved.
And then things started going downhill at my job. My boss was a complete and utter *******. I won't go into details, but suffice it to say that after a while, it gets tiring working for a person for whom *nothing* is ever good enough, who treats you like a total and complete moron, and thinks he himself can do no wrong.
How did I react to this stress? By eating, of course, just like I always do. And to make matters worse, my hours at work cut severely into my time for exercise (and let's face it, the stress and depression made me just...not want to do anything.)
I stopped going to WW because my hours made it impossible (there's only one WW meeting in my town a week, and I always had to work while it was going on.)
I've now gained back nearly 25 pounds. God, I hate saying that.
On a happy note: I finally had enough of my job and my hateful boss, and I quit on June 7. I've just started back at my old job (at the local Y) and I am determined to get back on track.
I just find it so hard to get started, you know? I feel like I've been off track for so long that I can't even remember how to start again. I'm planning to get my staff membership set up at work again tomorrow and I'm going to get back at it. I'm also going to start going back to WW next week (right now I literally can't afford it; since I'm over my goal weight I'd need to pay, and until next Wednesday I am flat broke. Bah.)
I just....can't believe I let myself go this far downhill. I feel horrible.