skinny state of mind

I convinced myself over the weekend that I gained 15 pounds.
And that the hard work I put into losing 50 is all for naught.
And that before long, like in a matter of days, I will be fat again.
So I ate the bowl of sugary cereal, and indulged in the Oreos.
I told myself I’d exercise later, but I didn’t mean it.
Nothing I wore looked good (even the fun sundress).
I stress-ate. Knowingly.
I did not want to weigh this morning, but felt compelled to survey the damages.

Reality?

Half-a-pound gain.

Diets are awesome. My diet was awesome. My ability to keep the physical weight off is great.

But the weekend was a reminder that weight loss is a state of mind.