Yesterday was a fasting day, and I lost four pounds. I’m two pounds away from being back where I was before this past weekend’s dietary disaster. Today I’ll keep the eating in check, and hopefully tomorrow I’ll have lost another pound or two. While it’s disappointing to have spent most of the week trying to make up for the excess of the weekend, I’ve learned a good lesson about how easy it is for me to gain weight when combining sugar with flour.

I’ll be having lunch with a friend tomorrow, so it won’t be a fasting Friday. The problem with these “cheat” days, as I’ve said before, is that they create a slippery slope. If I bend the rules just a little bit, I’ll probably end up bending them further. I think I may have some sort of sweet treat tomorrow, but after that I’m going to try to commit to avoiding sugar (and flour) for the rest of this project.

I’ll be having dinner with a friend the day after tomorrow; we’ll see if I can avoid the pitfalls of not planning that meal. And I’m giving up Cheeseburger Weekend, so I should be able to at least maintain weight rather than gain any. It’s become obvious since this project began that the weekends have been my downfall in terms of regaining weight lost during the week, and as a result I’m trying to be more mindful of what I eat on Saturdays and Sundays.

Work continues to be stressful, and my “friend issue” is still unresolved, but for the most part I haven’t reacted to that emotional turmoil by eating poorly (the weekend fiasco wasn’t stress-related). I can feel the connection between anxiety and eating to quell that anxiety loosening, which is obviously a good thing, and I’m eager to continue separating the two until what was previously a knee-jerk reaction to stress is extinguished.

I don’t have much else to say today. I’m glad my weight is again on a downward trend, and my hope is that I can be better about sustaining that trend.