Eating and drinking whatever she wanted.
Including Sunkist and snickers for breakfast.
What the hell?
Then Monday morning I step on the scale and see 182... anything in the 180's is an "oh heck" number for me. It sets me into panic. The panic was slow coming this moring and so I binged on chocolate and chips while I worked on paper work and beat myself up about the weekend, because that makes sense.
So as my friend Cat wrote Another "back on the wagon" post.
So I'm back on the wagon. I know, I know, you are probably sick of reading them. Well I'm sick and tired of writing them, but I guess as long as I struggle I will write them. I just can't give up. My health is too important. My new found freedom from obesity too sweet.
Onwards. I want the 160's so bad. Come on Lorie, pull it together.