and I don't mean the weight.
I jumped off the train and am watching it rumble away. I ate so much last night I almost had a panic attack.
I believe my first mistake was buying OTC appetite suppressants as a way to overcome my waning drive to be perfect on the plan. These pills must have a form of sugar in them because for the three days I took them, my stomach growled constantly. I actually woke up at night to that sound. I would have chucked the bottle sooner if I had figured it out. I thought it might have been my body fighting a plateau or the crystal lite or the freakin' moon! Either way, I "planned" (put in 'schemed') ALL day for this orgy of mythic proportions. I even called a neighbor over to join in the debauchery.
I have a list of excuses - stressors that I'm under - but no one wants to hear that...ESPECIALLY me. Nor is my intention to elicit sympathy. I just had to confess it and look at it in the harsh light of day.
I will not be a member of this community that slowly fades away and never comes back. I will not gain my weight back. I will not give up.
Although I am not religious in any way but I am going to use the word "sin". My sin is PRIDE. Yes, I've lost 48 pounds. Yes, I'm in a 16. I AM RESTING ON MY LAURELS.
I have no solution I just wanted to get it out. I'll be back with more when I can think straight.
Thanks....
Kat