I got on the scale... and it was depressing... Not moderately depressing, but really depressing.
I know what happens when I eat so much sugar and refined carbohydrates in various binges... weight gain. It does not take rocket science to figure it out.
Well, I'm actually glad that the scale number was VERY depressing, because it means that I'm drawing the line here. No more.
I even thought when waking up this morning, gosh, I feel "heavy..." Like I have extra to carry around.
Before I got on the scale today, I made myself a promise. NO MATTER THE NUMBER ON THE SCALE, I will get you out of the two hundreds. No matter the number, it's gonna go down... I'm gonna lose it all.... 288.8. OUCH. The last time I weighed, it said 274.0. The good news is that I did step back on the scale before getting back over 300. That would have been the third time in my life weighing over 300, and quite frankly, my bad knee just can't take this weight and the rest of me doesn't feel like hauling it around either.
I could not even find the scale when I looked for it, though, so it had been a while of depression, non-caring and basically tuning out of life through binge eating.
Today, I like the scale because it gives me the reality check I need.
I'm going to be back in the 260's before I know it... (Back in October, I was down to 252!!!)
I know that a lot of this is water weight (or so I HOPE!!!) and I know it will drop off quickly and I am officially back in induction, Day One.
I'm back in the morbidly obese zone with a BMI of 41.3, but I literally cannot wait to report that I am back out of that zone... and I promise to myself, I will be soon.
I'm just so mad at myself... but this time, I'm gonna do better.