Who's afraid of the big bad scale?

I took a chance and weighed on Wednesday, and based on how my clothes were fitting I was not fearing the worst... 288... up a pound from last week... So, not as tragic as I had feared. The getting back on the wagon, and getting back to exercise is not happening for me, though. With the swine flu affecting so many people, and me working with disabled kids who don't always practice the best snot management, when I get a tickle in my throat, I fear the worst. But, I think I am having a season transition. It is fall-like weather, with a little 103 degree temperature mixed in. And my body might be a little slow to make this change. I thought I was over tired from the exercise and the running so hard and fast to get school up and going, and my classroom functional, but I could just be experiencing malaise due to the shift in the weather. And there is change at home. So, I will endeavor to keep up the good work, and get back to exercise this weekend. Just kinda needed a week off.... I have to pace this like a marathon, not a sprint... and I am usually someone who likes to hit the ground running and be all diligent. The work I need to do has more to do with patience and observation of my food actions and exercise reactions rather than a will of steel.... I am committed to taking the time it takes. My doctor said. "One pound a week." So far I have exceeded that, and then hit a bit of a speed bump... and now I am a bit under my goal. Portions and eating prior to 7pm seem to still be the place I am hitched up on. I believe I can do this.