Gloomy, cold and rainy. As my friend puts it my "Aunt Flo" is about to arrive for her monthly visit. And I feel exhausted! Probably partially from the above listed items. It's days like these that are the toughest. I want to pig out on comfort food. I keep saying "I could take just one week off and get back to it." And honestly I've done that many many times over the past 2 1/2 years and I DO in fact get back to it, and usually with only one or two extra pounds. But I try my hardest not to give in to that temptation for some stupid hormones and gloomy weather. Family crisis, now that's a reason to take a week off! So the best I can do is get some rest and think about those size 10's that I'm on the verge of and have been dying to get into. Think of how badly I want to get rid of this stupid muffin top before tank top season and how these saddlebags ain't gonna remove themselves without a fight! Things will be better by the weekend and next month I will face yet another battle, but for now I'm strong and staying my course. It's not easy but no one ever said it would be right!!!?