Last weekend, I took a few days off from My Fitness Pal, ate and drank whatever I wanted, didn't worry about grams of protein, or whether I'd exceeded 1200 calories for the day (I did). It was glorious. But ever since, I've been up a pound, and it will not budge. I've been hungry all week, and Aunt Flo is in town, so all I want is cookies and ice cream, and to wallow in being a failure.
But I'm wearing size 18 jeans today, which I haven't worn in over ten years. So I'm going to try to relax, and not beat myself up too much. Maybe things will be better next week.