Yep, another teeny little .2kg (.4lb) loss. Chipping away, down, down the scale like Alice down the rabbit hole.

Which pretty much describes my brain for the last week.

Gah.

I know now that it's work-related. I had a client shitstorm blow up this morning and I instantly felt a million times better than I had in weeks. Even if they are giving me grief, at least I'm doing some work now and that makes me feel better.

I had to give in on Monday night, though. I had to comfort eat. I needed the comfort that a full belly gave me. Instead of just inhaling everything in sight like I used to do, I planned it carefully and took my husband out to a nice Italian restaurant where I ate a huge plate of seafood risotto. Not as bad for me as a Dorito/chocolate blowout, but WAY more points than I needed.

I enjoyed every single bite as it went down. Soft, creamy risotto rice and sweet explosions of delicious seafood.

I sat there afterwards, my belly stuffed, and felt a tiny bit less miserable and pleased that I'd not gone and done something that would totally torpedo all I've done so far.

It's the only thing that's stopped me from attaching a nosebag to my face and medicating myself into numbness with food. I've come so far, I don't want to go back again.

What do you know, maybe nothing tastes as good as being thinner feels.