Going down hill

I think I need to throw the yo-yo away. I can't stand seeing my weight drop one week to going right back up the next.

So okay this week there is probably a good reason for my weight gain. I've had a recent loss of another kind in my life, my grandmother, who at 81 succumbed to the battle of cancer. I knew it was coming, I'd prepared myself months ago for the inevitable but that still doesn't make it any easier. I said for her I am going to get healthy and instead upon the news of her death all I wanted to do was down the crown royal and vodka my dad had sitting on the stove. I didn't. A few days later through my urge for comfort food over came me and to make myself feel better I got my skinny husband to join me in eating chips and ice cream and drinking coke.

The ice cream is almost gone, the chips are gone and the soda is beginning to make me sick. I want to go jogging today, I really do, but mother nature decided we needed rain, a lot of it. I need something to do inside the house to keep me away from the store since most of the junk food is gone...again.