UGH!

After gaining a pound at my last weigh-in, I had the best of intentions of getting right back on track and watching the scale go down again.  Well, it's been one of THOSE weeks.  You know the kind.  The kind that get completely away from you without you even knowing where it went.  It's those type of weeks that get me into trouble because we end up eating out all the time.  

Tomorrow is my weigh-in day and I'm expecting to see another gain.  Gracie heard me talking to my mom about it and said, "Just don't go tomorrow, Mom".  No way!  I'm going to face my giant at that scale, accept the consequences of my poor choices, and determine to start fresh and get right back on track.  I'm not going to continue down this spiral of eating to fill my emotions, then feeling like "Oh well, I've been bad all day, so it doesn't matter anymore; I'll forget about it and just continue to eat what I want, when I want it."  My desire is to glorify God in this journey, so I'm going to allow Him to pick me back up, dust me off, and set me back straight on my path.