tiny freakout

I got on the scale last night when I came home from giving platelets and decided to take a shower. It had me as 11 pounds down since Sunday morning. At first I was all happy and had tears. Then I picked a fight with the bf and ate and ate and ate.

Sabotage, thy name is Karen!

I stopped that.

In the past I've let my fear of this being just another attempt screw me seven ways to Sunday. Not this time. No way. I'm not going that direction. This is not an attempt, this is my path and my 1600 calories and exercise is my gps.