Well, I woke up and stepped on the scale and it "said" I gained 3 pounds. I don't even know how that could be physically possible. But, last Saturday I had gone down to 157, today 160. Not happy. Totally not happy. I have decided to not let it bother me. I mean sure, I will continue to do what I know is right, but, I can only do so much and I can not let the scale define me and my happiness. I have lost before, I will continue to lose. It is almost "that time".

I spent the day babysitting my best friends 18 month old little boy. He is a joy. We played "tag" and then we took a little nap together. Him asleep on my lap. It made up for the depression. I took a day off from the exercise. I just walked a little and played with the boy. It felt good. I think I needed that.

Come Monday I am going back to my old "routine. I am only going to do 2 hours of exercise and eat 1,200 calories.