let the weeping and gnashing of teeth commence

I realized on Saturday that this is the last week in a 4-week period. When I started it, I was at 191. As of this morning, I was at 193.5. I wanted to be between 185 and 187. To throw my Biggest Loser goal into this (since that contest is ending next week, too), I wanted 175. I'm not even close.

What the hell happened? The best I can really hope for at weigh-in Wednesday is 192. That means in four weeks, I've gained a pound. Woo hoo! Go me!

I know setbacks are a part of this. I know that I really haven't been trying very hard lately. I know that I'm overtired and crabby today because I was up half the night playing a game more addictive than crack. Nobody said weight loss was going to be easy, or consistent, or anything of the sort. I just feel like wallowing right now.