Thank you for posting this! Without a good excuse, I too am having a fat week. The old fat me surfaced knowing I had a banquet to attend last Thursday and a 40th birthday party to attend two days later. Instead of the new-me, the planner, the pro-active me--fat-me (spurred on by my period on the horizon)came out. Fat me said that since I was going to not be able to control the food at the banquet and that I was planning on cake, that it would def be a good idea to stop and pick up some pre-banquet junk food--it's embarrassing to even think about the quantity or the calorie count of the cinnamon buns, the smores pretzels, the donuts, that I bought and consumed over the next over the next three days. All rational thinking out the window, I had my fat pants on. Knowing that I have a dietbet ending this week, on Sunday awakening from a three day sugar coma I stepped on the scale to a 6+lb gain. And I know that some is period weight and some is water weight which will be gone after a few days. I struggled through Sunday-eating a bit too much, but not binging on crap and I did okay yesterday, but ate a few extra pieces of Irish soda bread and butter (I'm sure my exercise points covered those). But I'm in the gym parking lot about to go in and I'm still so hungry. I'm dreading that I won't manage to get this under control, that somehow I can't break the psychological barrier of losing 100 lbs (every time I have lost 100lbs--3x--I immediately fall off the wagon and in reco
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