Share your failures

Lol. TODAY. I was doing really well, but between class and work, I was raging and decided to take out my anger on a foot long BLT from Subway. I showed that thing who was boss. Now, the rage is gone and I am regretting consuming the majority of my calories of bacon/ranch deliciousness.

I think when we fail we learn, and I learned A LOT from my biggest failure in recent years:

A year and a half ago, I used MyFitnessPal and had lost 30lbs (and counting) in just a few months. Felt great, felt healthy: then I met a guy. I fell in love with him and off the wagon. He loved pizza and wings, so I ended up eating like him. I started smoking again, because he did. I basically gained back almost all of it. Last summer, he cheated on me and left me for someone else, out of the blue. After my weight dipped a bit from the sheer stress of it all, I ended up gaining it all back and then some. I felt horrible emotionally and physically, and I didn't care.

Now, I'm taking control back from him, and trying to remember that next time I fall in love, it doesn't have to be at the expense of my own health and happiness.

I had lost 167lb over the course of 18 months, and was doing amazingly well (South Beach diet, and then WW) but then got made redundant from my job, got a little bit depressed, got a really rubbish self-employed contract with the new owner of the business I used to work for and became demotivated rather quickly. Between June last year and March this I gained 39lb of my weight loss back, and then got gallstones. I haven't ever tracked what I was eating when I was made redundant (in this economy loss of job in the UK is a nightmare because even graduate starting salaries aren't enough to live on even excluding luxuries) but I have no doubt it would have been horrific.

I am being incredibly careful and look upon the months when I was losing as the point I need to return to. I am not going to forget everything that happened between June 13 and March 14, I am going to learn from it and prevent myself (somehow) from doing it all over again.

The journey is just as important as the destination, and this time the journey is from A 2 B without any detours (been taking far too many of them).

I had lost 167lb over the course of 18 months, and was doing amazingly well (South Beach diet, and then WW) but then got made redundant from my job, got a little bit depressed, got a really rubbish self-employed contract with the new owner of the business I used to work for and became demotivated rather quickly. Between June last year and March this I gained 39lb of my weight loss back, and then got gallstones. I haven't ever tracked what I was eating when I was made redundant (in this economy loss of job in the UK is a nightmare because even graduate starting salaries aren't enough to live on even excluding luxuries) but I have no doubt it would have been horrific.

I am being incredibly careful and look upon the months when I was losing as the point I need to return to. I am not going to forget everything that happened between June 13 and March 14, I am going to learn from it and prevent myself (somehow) from doing it all over again.

The journey is just as important as the destination, and this time the journey is from A 2 B without any detours (been taking far too many of them).

Good for you for losing such a significant amount! Even though you've gained some back, you should be very proud of yourself. I can relate to stress and depression being linked directly to my weight. One of my goals as I eat better and exercise more is to also address the emotional issues that made me gain all of the weight to begin with. Dealing with that is by FAR the toughest part. You're so right: the journey is more important than the destination.

Good luck on your journey, and I hope this year turns around for you (and I'm so sorry you've been having a tough time)

Been losing since August. My graph has a clear inflection point at Christmas where my loss rate leveled and then resumed in late January. Considering the challenges of holiday feasting maybe it wasn't a total fail. I do seem to have minor binge attack every 10 days or so, usually after hitting a new low--just a way to reward and release some tension I guess.

I was my heaviest at 240 pounds. I had started MFP (AGAIN) and I was watching carefully what I ate and my (now ex)hubby bought all the groceries at the time, so we had almost no healthy food in the house(but he kept telling me to try an lose weight because I was heavier than he would like me to be). He bought a pound of bacon. The good kind. Thick and hearty and I thought, one piece. Then I thought, no, two pieces. Next thing I knew I ate the WHOLE POUND in less than an hour by MYSELF. I hated myself so much for it. But my (now former) brother-in-law pulled me out of my misery and got me into Aiki for a bit and I went to work waiting tables and I lost 50 pounds.

I came back to MFP at 220 lbs after my divorce(sitting at 211 atm) and whenever I feel like a failure for eating a cookie(oatmeal w/raisins only 90 cals), I remember that any failure I make will never be as bad as a POUND of bacon in less than an hour.

Very well said!!

At Christmas time I indulged in too many pieces of my mom's peanut butter fudge...also in December, too many pieces of homemade caramel and See's nut chews...every afternoon at work I would battle myself not to have any, but almost every day I had 1-2 and occasionally 3 pieces. That's still not a crazy amount of calories, sugar, or fat...kept it within my macros most days but I still feel it was a slight fail because it was like FIVE DAYS A WEEK, seriously. I started feeling like 2-3 pm meant "time for delicious indulgent chocolate or caramel" and that to me is not a good habit to get into. I prefer to really savor my indulgences.

A couple of weeks ago I was really bad about logging my food--I'd do it intermittently or not at all and wouldn't really bother calculating my calorie intake. I ended up gaining about a pound back from my Monday weigh-in and had to work my butt off just to get a net loss of half a pound for the week (my normal loss is more like 2-3 pounds a week since I'm still in the fairly early stages of losing). Good reminder that a cheat meal/day is just that for a reason, and not an invitation to make it a cheat week.

The past 7 days have been a failure. I haven't worked out in 5 days, I baked a bunch of cookies and cupcakes for a celebration, I have been stressed out becasue the place I'm supposed to have moved into 5 DAYS AGO still isn't ready, I've had to stall my present landlords from renovating, I've caught a cold, and I ate so many cookies and leftover cakes from the celebration becasue I've been angry at the new landlady for being a lying dou3he and making it sound like I'M the one responsible for HER stress when I'm only trying to move in. I've been on the verge of shrieking at this stupid woman for telling me I can move in on that day and this day and changing it every other day. So, PS, I've been using all that stress as an excuse to eat like *kitten* and I've not been working out and I'm all upset over it.

I bought one of those giant cookie cakes last week as a treat for my family. I ended up eating a couple slices a day until the whole thing was gone. Doesn't sound like much, but it was an extra 400 calories a day for a week. Yikes! I will not be buying another one any time soon.

I am hearing you on this! It is my husband's birthday today but my daughter and I had to get his cake early if we were to pick it out together. We all love that dumb cookie cake so we got a big one. The whole thing is covered in frosting and has extra frosting on the crust. We opened it last night and I allowed myself a small piece. When they were done I immediately took the knife out of the container, put the top on, and covered it with paper. No way do I want to eat that many calories for such a small portion.

I fail almost any time I go to my parents. I associate their house with wine, junk food, and more junk. How I lost 100 lbs living there is beyond me. So every Saturday I go do my long run on their treadmill while my daughter plays with them and I undo all of my work (we are talking 15 mile+ runs most Saturdays) by the end of the day. Doritos, ice cream, chips, trail mix.... they have it all and I can't get past looking at it as an unhealthy place.

I have made my home a healthy place so when i walk in I don't crave junk food. We have never kept a lot in our home so I don't associate junk with my house. My parents are gone for two weekends in Florida and I imagine that even though I am going out for dinner, drinks etc on Saturday that I will be down a few extra pounds by the end fo that.

Really nice to see everyone sharing their failures. Sometimes we need to get it off our chest to move on. Good topic OP

My most recent one is on Feb1st I was doing awesome down 95lbs on March 1st I was up 20 pounds. During Feb I fell into some old bad habits and just eliminated the previous two months of work. It should have been worse the last week of the month I hit it hard to try to salvage something.

I binged on condensed milk, by the spoonful.... yep. It was a new low.

I think when we fail we learn, and I learned A LOT from my biggest failure in recent years:

A year and a half ago, I used MyFitnessPal and had lost 30lbs (and counting) in just a few months. Felt great, felt healthy: then I met a guy. I fell in love with him and off the wagon. He loved pizza and wings, so I ended up eating like him. I started smoking again, because he did. I basically gained back almost all of it. Last summer, he cheated on me and left me for someone else, out of the blue. After my weight dipped a bit from the sheer stress of it all, I ended up gaining it all back and then some. I felt horrible emotionally and physically, and I didn't care.

Now, I'm taking control back from him, and trying to remember that next time I fall in love, it doesn't have to be at the expense of my own health and happiness.

Sadly this is all too common i pretty much went through the same thing last year. I don't know what it is about falling in love you just become blind I guess.

I think for some people, myself included, when you love someone you forget that you should love yourself more. It wasn't just his unhealthy habits that I put up with, I let him get away with being a pretty terrible partner. Never again!