History Repeating Itself?

I know all I ever do is talk about my struggles on this blog, but my life is a struggle. I'm not knocking it, it's a good life, but things seldom go smoothly. Pretty soon, it will be Spring (hopefully) and I'll still be struggling, but my struggles will at least be more action-based and my posts about them will be less whiny and philosophical.

My latest struggle has to do with my weight issues. As many of you know, I've been doing the yo-yo thing since I was a teenager. I pretty much have two types of eating behavior—really strict and all-out binge. The result is that I am really good at any kind of diet or eating program, until I'm not. Inevitably, as I'm plugging along making progress, I get to the point where I start backsliding (and sliding and sliding). I feel like I can just do it for so long and then I can't take it anymore.

Last week I ate like complete crap. I didn't binge per se, because I didn't eat that much more than I've been eating, but what I ate was horrible. And when I say horrible, I mean McDonald's, Burger King and chicken nachos all in the same week. I won't detail the rest of my shame here on this blog.

The result was about what I expected—a 2.8 pound gain. I know I'm not swirling into the abyss at this point, but I'm damn close. I need to find a way to turn it around and fast. Yankee is about six weeks away, and I need to be lighter for it, not heavier.

My only saving grace in the past few months is that I've never stopped training. It makes me feel somewhat better that I continue to train and at least I'm exercising if I'm not eating right. But I can't let that make it okay in my mind because I have to get it under control.