I can't believe how much of my time and obsessive energy goes into how much I weigh. I successfully lost a bunch of weight about six years ago (64 pounds), and have now gained about 40 of that back.
The gain has come relatively slowly but surely, but the entire time I've been relatively careful - counting calories for about 70% of the time, and exercising for about the same amount of time.
I was diagnosed with Hashimoto's disease around 9 months ago, and I find myself rethinking, trying new things, and grasping at whatever hopeful thread I can find to hold on to (different gimmicks and whatnot).
I weigh myself multiple times a day (bad, I know), record everything I eat, and focus on the number on the scale. It's constant...or almost constant. I do relax on the weekends (I don't go to the gym, record my food, or really limit myself when it comes to food and drink), and then the scale shoots up on Monday morning.
Of course the bulk of the Monday morning weight is water and whatnot, and by Friday it's gone with usually a little bit more, but until that point, I get all concerned and hopeless feeling.
My husband is sick and tired of hearing me freak out about this. He is very supportive and will do whatever I need him to, but instead of committing to calorie counting and being active 7 days a week, I spend too much time lamenting the fact that I keep gaining weight.
Sorry for the long post; I don't really have a specific question...I know what needs to be done. I'm just needing some encouragement to pick myself up, dust myself off and forge ahead.
Thank-you so much! Your encouragement means a lot. :-)