Wake up call...

Welp. I feel like I fell off the wagon and it backed up and ran over me a couple of times. I have really been slacking with EVERYTHING. Emotional eating is NO JOKE. I wish it were just as simple as put down the fork and take your butt to the gym. I feel like I am trapped in this cycle of drowning and gasping for air, holding on for dear life. I know how much better I felt eating foods that are healthy/good for me and exercising daily. But, let's face it -- it takes some planning and junk food tastes really good. I hadn't been to the gym but once in about three weeks until last night. I stripped down, put on my swimsuit and got on the scale. O.U.C.H. I knew I had put back on a couple of pounds -- I was not prepared for the numbers that flashed across the screen. I am up at least ten pound. In three weeks. Three weeks. TEN flipping pounds. I can't manage to loose ten pounds in three weeks - but they sure can come on that quickly. 

You'd think after my workout last night, giving it my all during that workout, I'd have cleaned up my food for dinner. I sat in the parking lot of the gym, crying. Instead, I tried to eat everything in sight. This morning, I chose to sleep in instead of going to the gym, I stopped at McDonald's for breakfast after my meeting, I ate a big plate of pasta w/bread, for lunch and a gelato afterwards. Instead of focusing on the 900 things I need to be doing for work, I've sat at my desk, crying...I feel like I am spiraling out of control. Part of me really cares -- the other part wants to stay in my bed and eat ice cream straight out of the carton. 

Not sure why the need to get all of this on "paper" -- maybe it will help me declutter my brain. Maybe I can face the music and get myself back in gear. Does everyone with a significant amount of weight to loose struggle like this from time to time? 

How do I stop pushing the snooze button on this wake up call??