rough weekend

I am terrified to get on the scale this week. I wasn't there this week because I had to drive to Delaware rather suddenly. My grandfather had a stroke last weekend and we were told he wasn't doing well, so my parents, aunt & uncle and all of my cousins on that side of the family drove down to say goodbye and see him one last time. He died Sunday morning while we were all still there.
Now as most of you know, I do not do very well on plan when my life is thrown into chaos. You should have seen me at the end of the week last week - esp. when I realized that I would not be weighing in on Saturday. It was a food free for all. I decided to get back on it saturday - and I did pretty well, at least until I was sitting around in the hospital all day with my family, surrounded by cookies and other yummy goodness. I am a total emotional eater. And a total bored eater, and there was abundance of both this weekend. I swear I gained about 10 lbs. As of today, I am about 20 points over my extra points. I sat down and figured it out this morning and it is not pretty. I didn't even really have a chance to exercise there. I suppose it could have been a whole lot worse - lunch in the hospital cafeteria was a salad with fat free italian dressing, and I made other similar good decisions when confronted with them. And now I have to go back for the memorial service, but at least that's in two weeks, so even know I know I will gain this week, I am going to do the best that I can for what's left of the week, including going to all my classes, and maybe I'll even weigh in on friday (in 2 weeks), even though I hate doing that, before I leave in order to give myself some amount of accountability.