Battle between woman and scale

Last week I had a bad week. 

I realized just how much I rely on food to be my emotional crutch when things go wrong.

The only good thing that came out of the amount of food I pounded back last week is I didn't GAIN any weight.  I however did not lose any either.  not even an ounce. 
...but after the way I ate,  I will take a small victory where ever I can get it.

Although, the scale has been stuck on 184 for a couple of weeks now. 
I can't seem to break through it.

The number 184 has been flashing back at me every single day.
taunting me. 

CONFESSION TIME:
One morning I stepped on the scale.  The number said 187.  In my sleepy stupor I did something irrational and fulfilling.     ...I gave my scale the bird.

Surely not my finest moment, but encompassed my true feelings on the battle between woman and scale.

forgiveness

I had a great day of dieting.  Going back to work did wonders for taking the snacking out of my day.


HOWEVER....I can't seem to stop eating this evening.

I did great at dinner.  Grilled Chicken Sandwhich with a side salad and Italian dressing.

Then I had some veggie straws.
...then I had some more.

THEN I had a couple of buffalo wings.
..then I devoured a hunk of summer sausage.

I am going to blame this on "that time of the month" issues and call it a day.

...I hope the scale will be forgiving.