Out of my Hidey hole.

I've hiding from the scale, and form the blog. I got our latest round of bills in the mail, which sent me into a depressive panic and led to the eating on a box of chocolates and two pints of ice cream.

What did I learn from this - I am still absolutely, above all things, a comfort eater. I think I did feel a little bit better after the chocolate. After the ice cream I mostly fell ill. I have grown unaccustomed to so much richness all in one go.

I didn't want to even look at the scale. I was sure I'd be back at 190. All the hard work and slacking with good intentions for nothing.

So, imagine My Surprise when I finally scraped together the guts today to step on the scale and find it at 281.3 lbs.

I had still been eating healthy meals, and not drinking giant sodas, and having just gallons of water, so I suppose your body allows you some transgressions. I don't like the idea of being "bad" with food. I feel that I should still be able to eat my chocs and eat my ice cream and not be beset of feelings of guilt and despair afterwards. Generally, I can have the odd piece of Guylian Fruits de Mer without feeling one bit guilty. I just need to keep moderation in mind, and stop after that odd piece or two, or three, and not allow it to become the odd 17 or 18 pieces. Too Much! I should damn right feel guilty for being such a piggy. That chocolate is not cheap, you know.