I decided yesterday that, given my extreme overindulgence on Saturday, the battle of the bulge had already been lost for the weekend, so I didn’t really concern myself with what I ate. This is faulty thinking, of course; if you slip up one day, you should make sure you don’t slip up the next. Anyway, yesterday’s eating included a personal pizza, a cheeseburger and fries, and some ice cream. And I fully expected to weigh in above 250 today. However, I actually weigh just a bit less this morning than I weighed yesterday morning. Again, it’s probably the Poop Factor at work.

My plan for this week (and, yes, I’ve got to start planning again) is to eat nothing but a vegetarian salad for dinner for four out of five nights of the workweek. I’m going to give myself a cheat day on Wednesday to break up the monotony, but I’ve got to get a significant downward trend going again. I’ve finally accepted that I’ve been depressed for at least the past few weeks (yesterday was another reminder), so I’m going to try to go back to hitting the gym at least four days a week. It’s a basic plan, but it’s better than no plan at all.

I have a training class for work that starts a week from today, so that’ll be a nice break from the misery of the daily grind. Given that I should experience less stress than usual while I’m attending the class, I’m expecting to continue the downward trend that should begin this week during that time. Maybe the slope of that line will even get a little steeper.

In addition to failing to mind my eating, I’ve been particularly unproductive for the past few (or maybe several) weeks. Much of that I attribute to the uptick in depression (and the ongoing anxiety). I’ve felt a bit overwhelmed by my daily life, so I’m going to explore some options for helping me regain a sense of control. I’ll have more on that later.