There's got to be a morning after (how's THAT for drama?)

The Ledge © IFC Films

Wow. Thanks for talking me down from the ledge, y'all. I was madly, truly, deeply discouraged yesterday, I don't think that was any big secret. I spent the day alternately moping and cursing (but not overeating!). I didn't leave the house (and if you're a regular around here, you know I have to leave the house to work out), but I'm okay with an extra rest day this week.

Not that I deserved it or anything.

And I had no trouble eating all my calories yesterday. In fact, I had 13 to spare! My name is Debbi, and I'm an emotional eater.

Okay, enough of that. Well, maybe not. Here's what I learned:

WEIGHT LOSS MATTERS

Despite my lofty words about hitting the daily calorie target and meeting my exercise goals, it appears I've been holding my breath since Christmas, waiting for this first weigh-in, hoping for success. And, yes, it's true that two pounds is better than no pounds, but man was I ever devastated.

In the whole scheme of things, though, it's pretty silly for me to get all worked up about it, isn't it? Climate change and filibuster rules and gun deaths: THOSE are problems.

I simply need to keep on keepin' on.

Again. Or always. Because …