I don’t feel good this morning. The past few days have been terrible in terms of how I’ve been eating, and that’s borne out on the scale. I’ve gained ten pounds in the last four days. That’s not a trend I want to continue.

It’s always been pretty obvious to me that there’s some compulsion involved in my eating poorly. I can’t explain that very well other than to say that I sometimes feel compelled to overeat. When I slip up, I tend to slip up spectacularly, and, when I think about it, I’ve felt somehow driven to do that.

The weight gain yesterday came from just eating far too much. I had lunch, which I typically don’t have, and it involved a lot of sugar and carbohydrates. My flakey friend then asked me to come over, and we went out to dinner, which meant consuming a lot of calories and more sugar. There was a bit more eating than that, but I won’t get into it other than to say it was completely unnecessary.

So, I’ve regressed a lot over the past few weeks. I’ll get back on track eventually, but it’s frustrating and disappointing to have slid so far. I still can’t quite figure out what’s going on except to again refer to this persistent sense of ennui. My response to that feeling is to seek out stimulation, and one of the primary ways I do that is apparently through food.

Anyway, I’m embarrassed to look at today’s weigh-in results, but I’ll post them as a reminder of what needs to change.