My dad passed away last Saturday, and for the whole week I have not tracked one calorie, I have not done any exercise, I have barely been able to drink a bottle of water a day. I was doing so well, I had lost 6.5pounds in the month of January, and I worked so hard for it, My Dad passed, this was something that I could have never seen coming, My Dad was my best-friend I spoke to him just about every night, we spoke about anything and everything, for about a hour at a time. I turned to comfort food, I always have. I gained back every pound that I lost. Right now I weigh exactly the same as I did on January 1st. I feel bad that I did all that work for nothing, but I tell myself I coped with my Dad's death the best I could. I could not get on the treadmill, I did not feel like getting up to play just dance, all I did was sit, think, cry, and eat. I have noticed how much better I felt when I weighed just 6.5 pounds less, and of course I was very active I was burned around 600cals a day, but I will not let this one week set back my whole weight loss journey, I will succeed, I have just suffered a set-back.