Oh, man, I feel like I'm failing. Like maybe I should go join Overeaters Anonymous or something.
I'm in the middle of eating a salad while regretting the Cadbury eggs I scarfed after a grocery run. There's no excuse when I had a good breakfast before I left.
I hate being so obsessed about food. I hate the guilt that comes with being "bad". I didn't even weigh this morning. Don't want to know.
On the bright side, I ran into someone I hadn't seen since last fall who said she could tell a difference and asked me what I'd been doing. Well, that's something, right?
I didn't track all weekend. Going to get back to it today. Right away.
i have the same obsession and night-time is the worst for me. i hate it!
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