A Change in Plan

I was really bummed this morning when I stepped on the scale and saw that I gained more weight. I grumped my way to the pool, belittling myself for what I've done to my body lately.

And then I had a realization in the pool. A while back I said to myself, "If I get to XXX pounds (my "OMG, I can't weigh THIS much" weight), I'm quitting this job." Well, I'm not enjoying my job right now and I kinda want out of it, so I think I am subconsciously eating all the time so that I have an excuse to leave. I need to turn that thinking around to say, "If I get to my goal "racing weight" (which is what I weighed before all this bullshit started), then I can consider quitting." Make it a reward vs. a punishment.

It's worth a shot...

Highs:
-Made it to swimming!
-A family friend is coming to visit - yay!