The victorious part-- I walked my 30 miles! I did it! yay!
The defeated part-- my unreliable scales are showing a 6 pound gain. **insert sobbing here** GAIN. gain? why? That is so discouraging.
But I won't give up. I probably didn't watch my cals good enough the past few days. I *know* I didn't get enough rest, if that has anything to do with it.
I took a water pill, just in case it is water. I hope it is water.
Nevertheless, I am kind of down as I go to bed tonight. I'm eating a stick of cheese, 2 pc turkey breast slices and a pudding cup. I am going to sit in bed and eat and watch another Lonesome Dove episode.
I am such a wishy washy person when it comes to emotions and feelings. I wish I could be more consistently encouraged. Why am I giving the scales so much power? I know I did what I was supposed to do this week. I worked hard. Who cares what the scales say.
I will probably be chipper again in the morning. I am just tired. So tired. tired. tired. tired. tired. tired. tired. tired..................................tired.