That sound was me, falling off the wagon. I gained 10 pounds, ending up at 206. An all-time high for me, including pregnancy. Gack.
So I found a weight-loss competitor, as opposed to buddy. You can't send your buddy text messages that say, "Neener, neener, neener, I just worked out for an hour and you didn't." The competitor thing has helped. I've added much more fruits and veggies, and have gotten up and moving more. We're trying to conceive baby #4, and the overall goal is to establish eating and moving habits that can be continued throughout a pregnancy for optimum health for me and a baby.
It seems to be paying off. I'm down 4 pounds in two weeks. More important than that, my face looks less fat, and my boobs now stick out farther than my belly. :D I put my hands on my hips to snark at the kids, and then realized that I could actually feel the beginnings of a waist again! Awesome!
I'll have a new before picture up soon.
My biggest fear when trying to lose weight is working my butt off to have the scale go nowhere. And if it does come off, that the loss is so tenuous that if I stray from great eating habits, even for a day, that it will all come piling back on.
I don't want to be fighting a weight battle forever.