I actually tried posting this last nite but my internet went down...
I know here's the SAME ole song...It all started with waking up late this morning and rushing around getting ready for work. Unfortunately, I had not chosen my work clothes last night so as I zipped around my room yanking things outta the closet and throwing them on the bed and floor, i became more discouraged. Even with a 10 lb weightloss, I was feeling extra FAT today. Yes, FAT, I said it!!! Anywhoo...I figured since I was feeling like the 3 letter F-word, I might as well feed it. I did fine up until lunch time (even though I had forgotten my oatmeal and had to eat a bar for breakfast). Well I had my chili for lunch then it hit me, why not stick a hunk of bread pudding to my big (insert f-word) booty. Then, here ya go, stick some cheezits to the other side (hey, weren't those dang cheezits my problem before?), then Long John Silver called my name and forced me to visit and order some veggie bites (fried broccoli and cheese) and a diet coke. Well I finished the evening up with 5 miniature reeses' cups. Needless to say, depression has set in. Actually it's more anger. Angry with all the cheat foods because they did not make me feel any better after eating them. DARN IT, they were supposed to make me feel better, isn't that why I was eating them? All they did was make me angry with myself. Why am I willing to basically self destruct. Is it my subconscious telling me that I am a failure and my conscious (or ego) believing it? Or do I realize that this plan REALLY DOES WORK and I am afraid of success because I have to prove MF wrong? Who knows!!! Well tomorrow is another day, I will be back on track (hopefully!)
O.k. now that I have attended my therapy session by venting here, thanks for being my sounding board...