Waiting on a loss

The scale showed its true colors this week.  I gained weight this week, I shouldn't have gained.  I worked out, I started to find myself at the gym again.  Working out doesn't mean a thing if the other factors in your life aren't lined up.  

My sleep patterns are whacked.  I haven't slept at night in over a week.  I get a couple hours sleep now and then but nothing that replenishes my body.  I have put some terrible food in my body.  We have had candy in the pit all week, some brought by me and others.  I have eaten after work pretty much every night.  Two nights in a row I consumed alcohol, more than I needed to.  I eat whatever is around to control my stress, which only stresses me out more.

Work is spiraling my mind out of control.  Stress used to cause me to eat, but then I found the gym and relieved stress that way.  Unfortunately, I have returned to food for comfort.  Food is not comfort, eating is comfort followed by stress of the scale and stress of realizing what I have done.

I am struggling right now to find balance, but I know I can do it.  I don't know what to do right now to fix my problems but I am working on it.

At the gym I started using the heavy bag, maybe I need to use it more.  I have amped up my cardio and made my work outs more defined.  

I have learned a lot this week.  It doesn't matter what you physically do if you mentally are weak.  Everything must be taken seriously.  Nutrition and sleep are just as important as exercise.  

This past week was a bust, but at least I tried and the next week to follow will only get better.