What's a band wagon?

I ... think I lost mine. But I might have found some mojo again.

I've been under a lot of stress. Color me an emotional eater, but I start eating every time I have to deal with hubby's ex. She's a bit crazy and makes me feel like I've lost my mind, too. Financial stuff, house stuff, ex stuff, kid stuff, hubby stuff ... blech.

And last week was my birthday and, well, I ate way too much junk last week. Finally, Sunday rolled around, I was bloated and feeling fat and couldn't find the ONE SKIRT that fits me to wear to church and I just ended up staying home and crying for half the day. BUT, I've been doing better since then and hubby has been really encouraging in very sweet ways. Before he left for the gym this morning, he peeked in on me in bed and when I looked up at him he asked how I was feeling and I said, "More awake now." He came and gave me a hug and said, "don't forget to do your video." The way he said it was just a gentle reminder of our discussion on Sunday after my crying spree: He wants me around for a long time and he loves me no matter what size I am, but wants me to be healthy, too, and healthy for babies and what not. So ... I've been more mindful of my portions again starting Sunday and have worked out two whole days in a row (snort) and the office is junk food free (except the peppermints, but I need those when I'm nauseated).

All that said, I'm posting my weight since I am MORTIFIED. 243.5 pounds. It was up to over 246. That's bigger than I was when I DELIVERED my daughter. My goal is 175-180, a size 12-ish. Oy.