6 pounds…

6 pounds might as well be 50. I can’t believe the week I’ve had.

I’ve actually gained 5 pounds since last Saturday’s weigh in. So technically, I’m 11 pounds from goal. What the heck!?

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Here I sit… 6 pounds from goal.

6 pounds…

6 pounds might as well be 50. I can’t believe the week I’ve had.

I’ve actually gained 5 pounds since last Saturday’s weigh in. So technically, I’m 11 pounds from goal. What the heck!?

For no reason, I decided to have pizza Tuesday night. That wouldn’t have been so bad, but I had 2 cheesy bread sticks and about 8 or 10 of those Hershey’s Chocolate Dunkers from Pizza Hut. The picture says it all.

Then for another “no reason at all” we decided to splurge last night and went out for steak. We haven’t been out to eat in SO long (other than the obligatory Saturday lunch with the in-laws) in forEVER.

Steak wouldn’t have been all that bad if I didn’t get the buttery mashed potatoes to go with it and the salad with chipotle ranch dressing and the cheese fries as an appetizer (of course, loaded with bacon and cheese and TONs of ranch dressing).

Why?

No reason in particular. I guess I was just feeling particularly self-destructive.

I’ve eaten sensible since then. But I think I’ve done too much damage to be repaired in time for Saturday morning’s weigh in.

I don’t get it. I know what to do and I just don’t do it. And I take no pleasure in it whatsoever.

Does this ever happen to you? What do you guys do when you do this? Please help me get past this. I just want to be at goal. I’ve been 10 pounds away from goal since a year ago this month. Now that I’m getting so close, why is this happening. I just want to be done!

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