Trying again...and again

I'm kind of angry at myself. I tried hard for a week of exceptional food management and even joined the local gym (I've been swimming twice so far) and have been vigilantly drinking water. And every day the scales didn't move.
Nothing - not up or down. It stayed the same to a tenth of a pound. Quite disheartening, right?

Well I had the day off yesterday and I indulged myself in some pizza for dinner. Not a huge amount but I knew it was putting me over for my day. And wouldn't you know it. This morning the scales decided to move. Up 2 lbs.

So I'm pissed off. I'm trying to let it go as I can see it will affect my mood all day. I'm feeling all sorts of things right now including fear, despair, humiliation, anxiety, and it's churning me up. I want to stop the ride and get off.

I need to keep going. I need to try again. And not quit. And believe that it will get better. Oh please, let this work!