To me it seems inevitable. Two months of staying on track and doing so good. Then, the temptations take control. I say, its okay, lets just enjoy the weekend and get back on track on Monday. But then, without realizing it, or just not caring, the joy of just eating whatever, takes over. And before you know it, I can't stop. Then , I decide to make cookies for my missionary. I think I ate a dozen cookies worth of dough......So much for portion control. Then, here comes the thoughts in my head. Just be happy. Enjoy. Eat whatever you want. It is so good. You tried. It didn't work. This is just too hard........and so on and so on and so on........
Wait.....hold on.........
This is not what I want. I want to lose more weight. I want to be free of this. I want to keep up with my family. I don't want to be a grandma that sits in her chair. Not yet. I am not giving in . I will face this head on. I will get my big butt up and go back to my meeting and get inspired. I will do whatever it takes to get back to it. I don't like this heavy, bloated, yucky feeling. I feel so tired and blah. I hate this...............I am the one that chose to give in. I chose to put that food in my mouth. I chose. Me.... I have no one else to blame. Not my boys, who eat 24/7. Not my hubby, who loves me dearly and just wants me to be happy. No one else. JUST ME.
Its time to get rid of all the excuses. Its time to get real with myself. Its time to make better choices, the right choices. This is about ME.
I am going to do this.
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