Hard...Hard...Hard

This week has been VERY hard. I was not able to weigh in a week ago due to some confusion between locations of my WW meetings. I weighed in the next week and had gained .8. I almost cried. I mean really, not an entire pound but I felt like a failure. Strange that I have tied so much to a number. I am anxious thinking about weighing, I obsess over what I eat the day before. Not just for calories but for the actual weight of the food. I am beginning to question the reason I am doing this. Do I find my worth in a number? Does my success or failure as a person equate to a number on a scale?
I took this week off, no counting...thinking it would clear my head. Instead I feel like a rebel. I am eating fudge and cake. Getting DQ treats.
I need balance.
I need balance.
I need balance.
This week I am going to try again. Try to follow the program and not let the number be my worth. I would apreciate any prayers...I believe God cares about this stuff, so if you have a minute I could use the support.