I feel like wallowing in self-pity, eating a pound of gummy worms and giving up.

I stepped on the scale today, after struggling against a slowly upward incline to realize I now weigh more than I had on New Year's, when I made my commitment to lose weight. Then I weighed 216....now I weigh 218. I had been down to 192 at my low and was looking forward to 180s....now I just want to see ONEderland again.

How has this happened? Well I know how. This week I gained 7 pounds due to an out of town event which had me drinking wine and eating not-so-healthy options.

But a life isn't built in a weekend. Lack of water, slowly creeping my way back to McDonald's instead of healthier options, lack of time to get to the gym and a few vacations with a less-than-strict diet. All in all, my life options aren't where they ought to be.

I'm working on it, but it's going to take a while. Water...packing lunches...I even dusted off the in-home gym I had gathered (resistance bands, arm weights and a gazelle). I WILL DO THIS!

I need motivation, support and love, but I'm not going to give up!