I have been trying, working, starving, fighting cravings, avoiding my favorite foods, ignoring hunger, ignoring SANGRIA, and whimpering myself to sleep for the past MONTH - and for what?! Of course I've cheated here and there, DUH. OBVIOUSLY. And yeah, we had a birthday party for my husband last night. And yeah, I ate a bowl of chili (homemade, with venison) with basmati rice and a piece of cake (gluten-free and organic!). And yes, I also ate a few crackers (rice, of course!) and drank two glasses of moscato. But to be HEAVIER than I was a month ago this morning?! How did I gain three pounds in 3 hours?!
Needless to say, my motivation is in the crapper today and I've already guzzled a can of Dr. Pepper and a can of Coke Classic (which I am sucking on now), as well as an "Everything" bagel with eggs & fake cheese, AND a huge piece of the "fake cake" I made for the other party attendees - Pillsbury dark chocolate with chocolate-fudge-lardy-preservatived-horrid frosting.
Yes, it's sad but true. Today, I DON'T CARE WHAT I EAT, or how much additional damage I do. I SERIOUSLY want to crawl in a hole.
Sorry for the downer - I'd rather be inspiring and uplifting. But what I guess I really need is for someone to slap me silly (at least verbally) and tell me I look as hideous as I feel.