I weighed. I had to. I needed to know. I had gained back every thing I lost over the last week and a half! I had weighed Saturday morning and was down, so I was really looking forward to giving a good report on Wednesday. Now, I'll be glad to be back where I was last Wednesday.
I'm trying to keep a good attitude about it. I knew what I was doing. I wasn't in an emotional binge. These were conscious decisions. Those are much easier to change. Plus, I believe, I confirmed my "Granny Plan" just a bit more. Real food is the right way to go.
I got right back with it yesterday and slammed the water. I am doing the same thing today. (One deviation from Granny - she drank sweet tea and it was good!) 65MD and I have worked out a plan for lunch. I'll still make a meal as though he were here. I'll eat it that day and he'll take leftovers the next. It will be weird for me to sit at the table and actually eat a meal while I'm alone, but I can do it. I bet Granny would.