PITY...party of one.
Monday, July 20, 2009
I think I'm starting to fall back into my old patterns once again. This was a rough weekend for me. I don't know why, but if it dawdled for just a moment and didn't look totally repulsive...I was eating it. It was downhill for me once I had the Chinese food, and then proceeded to scoff down the 3 Musketeers bar, (the one that my helpful hubby brought home for himself, but let it sit there for 4 damn days, until it screamed so freakin' loud, it actually woke me up and made me eat it at 2:30 in the morning)...how's that for willpower. Heck I got tons of will power what I need now is some won't power. Then of course...true to form, once I screwed up, I embraced the completely logical theory of..."Well I made a mess out of things once again, so I may as well eat whatever I want for the rest of the weekend, it really doesn't matter anyway." I know that's stupid but once again I do exactly what is expected of a self-saboteur. Oh why am I my biggest adversary? I'm getting so incredibly tired of this fight, sometimes I often wonder what's the point. Sorry for the pity party...I guess I needed to vent and to see in print just how big a bonehead I can be.