I'd been fighting for each of those 17 pounds I lost, fighting like you wouldn't believe, and it seemed like it was so much harder than it had ever been.
Now, I truly think something is wrong.
Yes, I over-ate this weekend. I ate bad things. Then yesterday, I made sure I was back on target and drank all my water so today's weigh-in would be realistic.
I weigh 208 pounds.
I gained 10 pounds.
I'm sorry but that's impossible. Impossible unless something is seriously, medically wrong.
I have a doctor appointment in less than two weeks, and while doctors never, ever can figure out what's wrong with me, I'll at least try to explain what's going on and see what can be done.
I'm trying to not be upset, but it's hard. I'm beyond upset. I feel like I'm being punished and I don't know what for.