Discouragement

Every morning I wake up telling myself that it will be a good day, that I will have control over my food choices and my cravings and urges to eat. I have failed, or at least it feels that way. Every morning I step on the scale and my weight slowly creeps up. I feel like I am doing everything a normal, healthy person should be doing. I run, I count calories, I try to keep indulgences to a minimum (how harmful can a couple marshmallows be?). Clearly something isn't right. I am being very good about logging everything that goes in my mouth and hopefully next week I can get some answers from my doctors. I just feel so unhealthy and sloth-like. AHHHHHHH!