Last week was crazy and I watched my weight plummet due to stress. I knew it wouldn't stay off, kinda like after you have the flu you are sure you will keep the weight off and then you drink a glass of water and it all comes back on. Last week is over though and it's time to regroup and move forward. Move forward has been my mantra this month.

The only issue is, I have no freaking clue how much I weigh. Yesterday I stepped on the scale, I was up 11 pounds. Three hours later I was down 2. It's been like this all week. It's a very bizarre version of the Hokey Pokey. You take your two pounds off, you put your one pound on, you turn yourself around shake all about and now your 3 pounds up. Today I gave up and have decided I'll check in on Sunday to see what everything settles down to. That worries me though because I am too goal oriented and I really do need that check in each day to keep focused. In the past I have fooled myself into believing I could check in once a week and learn to hold myself accountable. Ya, cause that has worked so well my entire adult life when it comes to Cheetos and ice cream.

So here I am. Yup, I'm worried that this week could derail all the progress I've made since returning. I have stickers and notes up all over my office to stay focused and move forward. Last week I truly didn't have the energy or focus to use the treadmill so I need to get back on track with that now as well. Not tomorrow, not on the weekend. Today.

I'm Tami, I'm fat and I'm just not cool enough to be able to wing it when it comes to weight loss. Maybe one day I'll be one of the cool kids who automatically can change and don't automatically go into panic at the sight of a Tim Horton's apple fritter but for today I need to be honest with myself about my short comings and potential pitfalls.