4.4 pounds gained this week. I knew I had gained (or at least I had a feeling) but I had no idea it was this high.
Still, though...I'm having a hard time making myself feel bad about it. (That's probably a good thing, right?) It's been an extremely difficult week; my second-youngest uncle died suddenly last Thursday and his remains haven't been returned to us for burial yet. I've been sad and depressed and haven't been exercising the way I normally do, plus my eating's been way out of whack. I don't believe there's ANY way I ate enough extra to put on four and a half pounds of fat. Plus, TOM is due this weekend, and I'm chalking at least part of this "gain" up to major bloating.
Yeah, maybe I am just making excuses. But I just can't bring myself to beat myself up over this. Tomorrow's the start of a new week and I'll start over from there.
..I'm still pretty pissed about the gain, though. *L*