I want to talk about my weight goals today. Fortunately, I managed to lose those last 10 pounds before our trip to KY. When we left in mid December, I weighed 168 pounds - my thinnest weight in three years. And it was fabulous. Everyone commented on how great I looked, and for the first time in a very long time, I felt WONDERFUL about my appearance. So wonderful, that I let myself indulge in a few sweet treats.
Okay, that is an understatement. In reality, I went off the deep end with junk food. I ate cookies and chocolate and cheese cake. I ate pancakes and french toast and waffles (smothered in syrup - of course). I ate fast food and pizza and all-you-can-eat buffets. Basically, I stuffed myself silly for our entire trip. And it felt WONDERFUL.
I told myself that I would get back on my diet when we got home. But that never happened. In fact, I think I have been worse at home than I was on our trip. I just made a batch of brownies yesterday afternoon. And I bought some Pepperidge Farm cookies at the store. Honestly, I feel a little out of control. I just keep popping crap into my mouth - the more sugar, the better.
I need to get my cravings under control. I need to get my hunger under control. I need to get MYSELF under control.