Starting Over

How many of us, with all our good intentions, go astray? We win battle after battle but occasionally our passion for food gets the better of us? I truly believe that for me it will always be a struggle. There I was, just three measly pounds from my goal and then I succumbed to temptation. How easy it would be to eat myself into oblivion, gaining back all of the forty plus pounds I've lost, and then some. I swore to myself that I would never, ever do that again and this is a promise I intend to keep.

Self Sabotage

I am so close to goal I can almost touch it! It should be a breeze to take off the last three pounds but, to the contrary, it's shaping up to be the most difficult three pounds of all. I am not sure if it is my body fighting to hold onto those last ounces of fat or my unconscious self refusing to accept the fact that I deserve to be thin. In any event, I am finding it more and more difficult to fight those urges to eat. Oh, I am not into the cookie jar or stopping at the donut shop on the way to work like I used to, but it has become a struggle not to munch on an energy bar when I really don't need it (they sure are packed with calories) or slip in an extra carb-filled snack at night.