I was doing so good! I was eating less, making healthier choices and exercising. I started to notice small improvements in my arms and waistline. Yesterday as I'm shoving a burger in my mouth after beer number four I realized I've fallen off the wagon.
Ok so I haven't been on a crazy food binge (besides the 4th of July but I was just celebrating America's birth like a true American!) and I did order a side salad rather than fries the other day but I'm still not eating as healthy as I was.
I was talking to my size zero mom about this and she just makes it seem so easy. "Just eat a little less and don't eat those french fries." She knows about my french fry addiction. You might as well be asking a junkie to give up heroin. That is how I fell about french fries. It seems easy in theory but me eating less equals me being cranky. I love food and I love to eat.
This morning I woke up and ate mac and cheese and oatmeal cookies. Not a great start. But I'm recommitted. When I focus I do well. I don't have that much weight to loose. 10lbs and I'll be happy.
I'm nipping this in the fat bum before I gain back those 5lbs I lost.