It is now 7:43 a.m. and yes indeedy, there is chocolate on my breath. I have fallen so far off my little path it is trully pathetic. I need to get back on. I need to go for a fill. I need to stop the insanity.
CONFESSION: I ate five bars of chocolate yesterday. A (large) Hershey bar, a (large) Symphony Bar, a Cadbury Fruit and Nut Bar, and two (regular size) cookies 'n cream bars. And another large Hershey bar for breakfast this morning.
My sugar addiction has taken over again. It is the one thing I dislike about the holidays.
Life has gone back to "normal"... husband is back to work on our house, kids are back in school, Christmas has been packed up in boxes and returned to the garage. But I have not gone back to normal. I have not been eating normally, I have not been going to the gym. And I have been ODing on junk food at every opportunity.
I seriously need to go for a fill, but really, I am just afraid to get on the scale and see what the damage is.
I am afraid of going back to puking my guts up all the time. (I have been eating so good, in fact, that I think it is safe to say, my band has not slipped!)
And I am afraid of gaining 90+ pounds back if I don't get back to business.
I wish I had someone to hold my hand and drag my fat behind to the gym for the next two weeks. This is when I really need those support groups held by my clinic. But dang that is a drive! And in the winter besides.
