Just So Frustrated

Well, Sunday weigh-in and........274.
I didn't lose a fucking pound. Not one. Not even an ounce. Working out three times, killing myself at the gym, laying off so many things, and yet I didn't lose a pound. How? I don't get it.
I am very discouraged right now. I had been hoping to have lost two to three pounds. Not to have lost anything at all, I feel like it was a lost week, to be honest.
I had been worried that I would hit a wall. That I would hit a point where I wasn't losing anymore, or at least wasn't losing the way I had been. Have I hit that wall?
I pray not. I am so discouraged right now. I didn't gain, I know that, but I am 274 pounds. I need to be losing every single week. I didn't lose a thing, and I didn't feel like I cheated that much.
Maybe this week was the outlier because I went out to eat three times, once on Sunday, once on Friday, once on Saturday. But, even on those days, I thought I calculated correctly that my calorie intake wasn't that big of a deal. I was wrong.
Is everything I am doing bullshit? Do I know what I am doing?
I can't tell you how down I am right now. It is hard to have a good outlook right now, look at the bright side. I haven't gained, but, again, I FUCKING WEIGH 274 POUNDS!!!!!! If I'm not losing weight every week, I'm losing out, big time. What a complete disappointment.
I'm trying not to make a big deal out of this, but that was just such a shock. I thought I had lost, I really did. Maybe it was because I was sooo cocky. I didn't think I was that cocky. Maybe I was.
Whatever. Wasted week. Have to do better next week. Have to do MUCH better.
Goodbye dream of being down 30 pounds by the time I go to Vegas. Now, I am really going to have to buckle down to get to 20 pounds overall.
I can't believe I lost NOTHING!!!!!!!!