I think I have eaten myself into oblivion.
I wonder…where is my head? It can’t be on my body because I really do know better. It started off with a family dinner on Saturday night where desert was made and eaten almost entirely by yours truly and that started the ride into food hell. The ride took me into a full large size bag of cheesies, chocolate chips, cereal and cookies. Today I can barely do up my pants. So much for the last 8 weeks of on again off again weight loss. I am scared to weigh in at Weight watchers because I haven’t been watching I’ve been pigging out.
Outdoor soccer is starting in less than three months…..I am staring a half marathon in the face in two months and I can’t get into the headspace of eating less. I get up at 5:30 every morning and all my good intentions are lost by 815am. I am tired of being overweight but not too tired to do anything about it except stuff my face and make it worse.
I was complaining about how stupid I am to my husband last night. I’m surprised he doesn’t turn around and say just shut up Vanessa and quit yer whining. Thank god he doesn’t because I would hide in a closet and eat a full bag of cookies and cry at the same time.