A more prominent failure

I managed to prove all over again that stress, too little sleep and no free time is the dead certain way for me to wreck my diet. The result is four days of uncontrolled eating and around 1kg gained back. On Sunday I actually ignored my weekly measuring day. I was just too tired to get out of bed in time to do it so I didn't and now I have no idea how the week 3 went.

I weighted myself today though and found I had gained 0.9kg back since my last time on the scale. Oops. Well I suppose it's only fair, I earned it. Now I have to get going again and hope that the birthday party next Friday won't wreck my control again. I am going to allow myself to eat there though, it's my birthday party dammit. Two days to go before the party and after it I need to be back in line the next day without lapsing into eating the leftovers.

I expected to be more upset about this failure than I am actually. After all this is a different kind of failure than last time when it was... controlled I suppose. Actually if I'm completely honest I was upset about this. But this morning when I weighted myself and saw the damage, I felt calm. I thought it could have been worse and it's over now anyway, it's past now and there is nothing I can do about it now. Except get back to controlling my eating and exercising. Gonna do that now :)