One step forward, two back

So by Sunday, my weight was back up to 169 lbs. Lovely. It's the story of my life. The feeling of complete failure is unavoidable. It doesn't matter how positive of a spin anyone puts on it, I'm completely discouraged. I've been meticulous with my eating (minus one dinner with friends). I'm working out (and have steadily been increasing the intesity) 5-6 days a week. The numbers don't add up. I'm not going to stop... as I still need to worry about the cholesterol. It's just that I was trying to use weight loss as the gauge of how I'm doing... and obviously not well.