end of my rope

I feel like I'm at the end of my rope right now. I weighed myself this morning and I'm at 147. Ok my clothes don't fit like I gained 7 pounds. Where the fuck is this coming from??? I'm feeling so stressed out and overwhelmed and frustrated. I feel like nothing i'm doing is working. Nothing I'm doing is good enough and it totally sucks. Mike is convinced that it's totally normal and it will shoot back down soon. Barbara thinks I just need to go back to logging my meals before i eat them rather than after like we used to. I just don't know what to do but cry. It's one of those days when giving up seems so much easier than keeping going but I know I have to keep going. So time to get ready to go out with molly. Dry my tears and put on a happy face.