<human>: I have been losing weight fairly steadily, and have LOVED the whole process.  People have been complimenting me right and left and my clothes are fitting better, and even though I have a long way to go, I was so proud of how far I had come (1 lb away from the 40 lbs lost mark)

The problem...  I started at 340 lbs.  I use MyFitnessPal, and they have a projected weight if you keep up the eating.  At some point, I realized I was on my way to dip below that nasty 300 lb mark on or around Valentine's day, which would have been really cool for my fiance and I.  Still not all the way to my goal, but would be really cool.

On Valentine's day, I eagerly weighed myself... and was at 301.  I was at 301 a week before that too.  I shouldn't have been so disappointed, and I know that, but I have been so depressed about it since Friday and I just feel like I can't shake that disappointment.  The last two days I have been thinking about it nonstop (doesn't help that I went to a wedding expo where everyone seems perfect, blonde, and eager to be photographed.) and it has just made me more and more upset.  And what's more, I am upset that I feel upset, because I know I have still accomplished so much.  I have lost 5 gallons of milk!

I have only eaten 333 calories today, which I know is unhealthy and not sustainable, but I just feel, for the first time, like punishing myself.  Again, I know that isn't healthy and that isn't what I want.  But at the same time, I can't really help the way I feel.

I guess I don't know quite what I want y'all to say.  I wouldn't know how to respond to me right now either.

Can you give me a shortened version of the text?
<bot>: Didn't QUITE make my goal of dipping below 300 lbs by Valentine's day.  Am now feeling depressed and upset about it even though I shouldn't.