Thursday, November 29, 2012
So, I weighed myself. I have re-gained 6 (SIX) pounds.
At first, I was totally disgusted with myself. I started all the negative self-talk in my head. You know, "what a fat slob", "you can't do this one simple thing right", "why bother? You'll never be able to do this", "get used to the Plus size department - it's where you belong", etc.
I have been here many times before & my knee-jerk reaction is to just give up, to stop trying, to leave SP & head to Taco Bell, DQ and the candy aisle at WalMart.
This time, though, I really thought about it.
I knew every time I stuck my hand in the candy jar at work & ate some Halloween candy that I would gain weight. When I had 2 helpings of everything on the Thanksgiving table that I would gain weight. When I went into the break room at work and had a taste of everything my co-workers brought in the day after Thanksgiving that I would gain weight. When I ate 4 slices of pizza in one sitting I knew that I would gain weight. Every time I had an extra alcoholic drink over the weekend I KNEW I was packing on the pounds, yet, I did it anyway. No surprise then, when I gained back 6 pounds that it had taken me months to lose.
Again, I thought about it.
My entire plan here at SP is to make the wisest food choice available at the moment. Did I do that? Heck no! Will I continue down the path I have been on the last 2 months? Heck no!
Starting today, starting right now, I will make the wisest food choice that I can, and move forward.
Oh no, I'm not giving up or giving in, this time!