Are you kidding me?!?

I hate my scale! Or maybe it hates me?? After working so hard to lose all that weight I have been set back...far back. I somehow managed to gain 14 damn pounds! This is crazy and extremely depressing might I add. I'm sure that Zaxby's I ate last night didn't help me either. Luckily I got a run in yesterday and I am feeling a little better and I hope I get back on the right track and stay there. I'm so sick of worrying about my weight, why does it have to be that important? The thing is that I don't care what people think of me, honestly I don't. This is really just me not feeling good about myself and I want to lose the weight for me, I want to feel healthy and good about myself for once in my life. I wish there was a ban on fast food, soda, and anything with corn syrup in it. I really wouldn't mind if it were all made illegal and production stopped on these evil products. I just don't have the willpower to act like they don't exist unfortunately. Maybe I should get hypnotized?

Anyone want to donate for my lipo, tummy tuck and boob job?? OK, I know you don't but it doesn't hurt to ask :)