And the Hits Keep Coming...

Today is an official weigh-in day so I have to accept the gain.  I'm up two pounds and I'm hoping at least one of those is water weight, but stress eating has definitely been happening.  A week before Thanksgiving, just days after we got home from Belize, the hot water heater died.  Because we were trying to work through the home warranty that came with the house when we bought it last year, it didn't get replaced for a week and only after we took matters into our own hands.  It was an albeit first world nightmare of hauling laundry back and forth to the laundromat, boiling water to wash dishes, and showering at the gym.  It just took a lot of time and effort when I was trying to prep for a major holiday. 

Then days after getting it replaced, the wheel came off the car my son was driving in the left lane, at highway speeds.  He's okay, but I shudder to think what could have happened.  Now the battle starts to get it fixed. The mechanic who did the wheel bearings three weeks ago better make this right.  

In the meantime, the holiday food gauntlet continues tonight with hubby's office party.  I think it's weird to have a party on a Monday night, but at least it doesn't interfere with the weekend. I'm starting the day with an easy, solid breakfast. I have to get back on track.  I'll be spending the week working this weight off which won't be easy since I drive up to Cincinnati with Jake on Wednesday and back on Saturday.  The friend I'm staying with has battled weight as well and since she loves me and will go to great lengths to help me stay on track. I'm grateful for her love and friendship.