Hi, Mickey ~
I hope that you are crawling outta the pity pot this evening. So, the pizza happened. It's over. It's
SO over.
You are down 9.5 pounds - that's awesome!
A new day lies before you.
Like you, I was very
afraid of diabetes (and just because I lost a load of lardgae does not mean that I am 'safe' either) - I watched my Uncle Jake lose his toes, his foot and then his lower leg due to complications from the diabetes.
I
love my toes. The thought of having them lopped off
scared the
pizza and
popcorn outta me.
You'll be fine. You went to the pity party. It's over. Now go home to the healthy place that you discovered over the weekend.
You are w-o-m-a-n.
You are stronger than pizza.
You can do it! We can all do it together!