My favourite time is the end of each month when I find out how much I lost and when I can slide the bumblebee on my weight ticker to the right.
Well, at the end of June I was up for an unpleasant surprise. I weighed myself on Friday, June 27 (only because I was supposed to have phone call with a friend who is very suppportive of my weight loss program so I wanted to be able to tell her my current weight) and the scale said 184 plus some change. That was great, because I was 190 at the end of May.
Well, on Monday, June 30th I had an official weigh-in at the gym and so I hopped on the scale again in the morning. Duh - the scale said 186 and refused to budge. I got home from work and stepped on the scale again - 188! Just before I left for the gym (no food in between) I stepped on the scale again and I was 190 this time. I though, if this keeps up, by 10 o'clock pm I will weigh more than what I was in February (208 lbs). LOL
Of course I know about weigh fluctuations, water retention, and all that stuff, but it really depressed me because everything was going so nicely so far.
Anyway, I did feel like something was happening with me as I felt extremely bloated and suffered from
Mittelschmerz (I am actually surprised English uses a German term for such a common phenomenon) to such a point, that I had to leave in the middle of an exercise class because I had severe cramps.
I won't even tell you how my mind betrayed me - heck, I WILL tell you because you have become my family so let's get it out - I ate at McDonald's that day - not once, but TWICE and I also had some Haagen-Dazs ice cream.
I sobered up from my pathetic wallowing very quickly and I was an example of clean healthy eating since then. My "bloat" was gone in 2 days and I returned to 184.
So, there you have it. I lost another inch at waist a 1/2" both at bust and hips. I definitely met my Canada Day challenge (I was supposed to be 188).
My exercise was a stalled a bit as I attended stupid class on Canada Day that put me out of commission for a few days (the class plus two days on heavy-duty digging and pulling out weeds of Jurassic Park proportions) - it was so bad that I almost cried with pain when I tried to sit down on the toilet. But it's better now and I was able to run this morning again.
Sorry for the ramble, I know it's kinda long.
My first depression since the beginning of my weigh loss journey ...
I just realized how easy it is to get sucked - even though temporarily - into the 'all or nothing' attitude and frustration. 
