Why is it that following a particularly heinous day, it seems that stuffing my face will make me feel better? The truth is, it kinda does. But only in the short run. Isn't it sort of self-sabotage rather than loving consolation for a bad day?
I'm out of the zone. At first I wasn't worried but now I'm starting to panic. It's really taking a lot longer than imagined to jump back into this thing! Granted I'm doing better in these past 5 days than I had been the two weeks prior, but I am nowhere near "on point".
Today is Tuesday, the official start of a new week according to my Weight Watchers point tracker. I'm starting fresh (once again) and I'm really really really trying to be drop-dead determined. It's almost like I'm too run down to do the work but am still wanting the pay off. It doesn't have to be that hard! I've done it before, I can do it again. I need to summon up my still napping will-power. Wake up! Wake up! WAAAKKKE UUUUUP!!!
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