I struggled last week. I don't know it's hard to describe, I hadn't quite had a week like that before. I had cravings for foods I normally have no interest in, to the point where I couldn't think of anything else. I was heavily bummed about being waylaid from running by an overuse injury. Went jeans shopping and just hated how everything was looking when it otherwise fit (loose skin issues

). It really wasn't any one big thing, it was just all these little negative thoughts and frustrations and kind of dogpiled.
Normally I'm pretty good at thinking positive, keeping focused on the future, suddenly everything related to weight loss seemed crappy and blah. I've had a little burnout on tracking, etc, before, but nothing where I just felt so negative and like I was losing control. (That sounds so dramatic now that I'm totally fine and clear-headed.) I gave in to some cravings which just turned into anxiety over the scale and beating myself up - something I've generally avoided doing this time. I guess because generally if I splurge, it's still a very in-control decision, this felt like I was letting someone else take over. And my eating has never really been out of control, on or off WW. Just bad choices, bad portion sizes, etc.
Thursday night I just kind of sat there thinking about everything, pondering where am I going with these feelings. Is this me falling off the wagon? It feels like I've come too far to do that. So I decided that I would skip weighing in this week because the last thing I needed was to beat myself up more. Instead I would just focus on getting back on track with feeling in control, making good choices, being POSITIVE - looking at everything that is so good.
I slept on it and woke up Friday morning feeling like a weight came off me. I felt more calm and relaxed. I finally had a good day, I reflected on positive changes and improvements since I started, I didn't have any weird cravings for the first time in days.
Saturday morning, my usual WI morning came and I was still feeling good but I wanted to write my trainer an email so I didn't have to explain in person (in front of lots of dudes pumping iron around me) why I chose not to weigh in this week. It was hard to explain. I really don't know why I got in such a funk and why my little mental peptalk Thursday night seemed to turn me around so quickly. After spending like 30 minutes trying to carefully craft an email, I just felt dumb. I decided I was in a better place, I would just put on my big girl pants and step on the scale, deal with the number, and move on to have a better week. I was down 5.4. Add that to the list of things I can't explain.
Not exactly my finest moment in losses, but I'll take it. Moving on to a week where my head is back on straight again.