With Anger Comes Determination

October 3, 2007
Today's weight: 294

Men suck. So do scales.

I'm back at home now. I spent the weekend in Arizona at my mom's house. Apparently her scale likes me better than mine does.

Today I hit the diet hard. It was a rough day, made even harder by the fact that I'm thoroughly pissed at my husband. I'm not even going to get into details on that one.

So starting a new diet sucks ass. I'm starving all day. But I was successful. I didn't really eat all that much during the day because honestly I was too pissed off and depressed to eat. For dinner I made a great choice and I'm proud of myself--I bought McDonald's for the family and for once I chose the grilled chicken salad. GO ME!

One thing I've discovered over time is that my mood really affects my willpower and my appetite. When I'm tired, happy, bored or stressed out, I want to eat. I'm a champion comfort eater.

When I'm depressed and sad, I don't have the desire to eat. Which leads me to wonder if all this is really worth it. Do I want to be happy or do I want to be thin? Can I find the way to be both?

Another mystery of the universe.

Let's hope my scale loves me better tomorrow, or I'm shipping it to my mom for an attitude adjustment.