So...
…it was hot and humid on Memorial Day. My son was marching in the parade. My family was meeting in town at the end of the parade route to see him, and then we all planned to go to my in-laws’ for swimming. I had a lot of trouble getting dressed that morning because I don’t like to show any leg, or my upper arms, and I like to wear dark colors and it was so damned hot. I was also nervous about last year’s swim suits fitting because I’m sure I haven’t lost any weight since last summer, and I have probably gained some.
The end of the parade route is near a bus stop. The closest place to park when town is all jammed up for a parade is the parking lot where I work – about 7 blocks east. My Mother-in-law parked there and walked to meet us. Upon arriving, my Mother-in-law says, “Well, I don’t have to do my work-out now after that long trek.”
I say, “I make that walk twice a day, to and from the bus stop.”
She marvels, “Then why can’t you lose any weight?”
So after we saw my son in the parade and picked him up, they all went to the house to swim and I went home by myself and tried not to eat too much.
I did 5 loads of laundry.
I accidentally washed at the wrong setting and shrunk some of my clothes.
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OK last summer, I had just completed months of crazy-successful dieting. I went on an optimistic rampage and threw everything size 12 & over out, reveling in fitting in my old size 8 - 10 summer stuff. Bought a few new things too.
Well so here I am a year later tearing my closet apart after having gained ALL the weight back. After a lifetime of yoyo dieting I don't know why I thought I wouldn't, but a stressful year led to some comfort eating I guess.
Finding something to wear to Memorial Day pool party was a BITCH. Ended up having to go to Costco and buy a swimsuit (size 14 
) although I have a really cute one from last year that is hanging around mocking me.
Am really coming tot he conclusion that mindful eating has to be a one day at a a time thing for me - I really can't drop the ball for weeks and months at a time and that's what happens if I let myself relax.
Only bigger. I got down to 14 from a 22. I'm now probably a comfortable 22 again, crammed into a pair of stretched out size 18 jeans I found lingering around having somehow escaped the closet purge.
I try not to dwell on the past, but it really gets my goat that when I started the yo-yo dieting 30 years ago I weighed 100 pounds less than I do now. Every time I've lost I've gained back more than I lost. Wish I would have left well enough alone!
Mindful eating one day at a time. Thank you for saying just what I needed to hear right now. 
It's so frustrating because my diet isn't that bad. I get lots of fruits and veggies. I rarely eat processed food. And I do walk a lot. Many people eat worse and exercise less than I do and do not have a weight problem.
But, I do tend to binge eat when I'm alone and it's a big struggle to resist.
I think my main issue is stress.
But thanks so much for your support. And keep at it yourself. It's okay to be doing week one again. It's not the falling off - it's what you do after you fall off.
