I'll jump in here too! I have oh so many pounds to lose so I'll be here right along side all of you!
After six days I fell off the fat-wagon for two days. Tomorrow I'm promising myself I'm back on.
It's frustrating. I was so motivated and was doing fantastic and keeping track of everything. Then I had dinner with family. My plate was piled high with salad and a small bbq rib. I had not had many points that day so I was allowing it and counting it in my points. I chowed down the salad (I had waited too long to eat and was starving) and then picked up the rib. As I took the first bite, a member of my family (okay, it was my grandmother) casually says, "Oh, Jess. How's that weight loss thing coming, hmm?" And then looked at my plate of food full of points I had already counted in my food diary.
She looked at me with an "I told you so" look on her face and the feeling I had was that she had just witnessed the obviously expected demise of my big plans. I sat there chewing the now awful tasting food in my mouth, hating every moment I chewed it and thinking that perhaps I had taken it the wrong way. The awkward silence in the room that followed just hammered into me the fact that though it had not be a conscience thing she had done and said to me, it had not been said in a light of support and love.
I could barely eat the rest of my food with the sick feeling in my stomach so I pretended to be full shortly after and gave the rest to my husband (he'll eat anything I put in front of him). And I resented her the entire night. And when I got home I ate. And as I ate I numbed the feelings of hurt with the food and questioned my motivation, my abilities, my will power, my commitment, my strangth. Had a stranger said it I would have had a "what do you know" attitude. But with family it's different. They know you.
Now, two days later I can put it in perspective. She unknowingly sabotaged me and I unknowingly gave in to it and simply "forgot" about counting my points. My commitment and character was challenged by someone that has seen me fail many, many times and I gave in to the familiar feelings of failure and hurt that drove me to the place I am now. We believe what we hear about ourselves, right? I've always been the fat girl in the family (like many people, of course). It's this self-doubt that has kept me this fat. So I'm shaking it off and turning the hurt into motivation just to show them that they can kiss my big, white bum and watch said bum shrink with or without their support.
So that's where I have been the last two days!! I'm back. I'm ready!! And my goal for tomorrow is to start my walking routine.
Good luck, girls!
Anyway, 15 laps around the 5th floor is a mile! We made it 8 before we had to go back to work. It's really pretty amusing - you go in the office building and there's all these women in suits and tennies and socks walking in circles! 
