A week without tracking and blogging, without preparing my plate before eating. Too much grabbing of "bites" after long bouts of manual labor at work--pretzels, a muffin and a glass of milk, bites of my kids' chocolate Easter bunnies, potato chips. Carb endulgences begat more cravings.
So...I started toying this afternoon with an escape from tomorrow's weigh-in. The first meeting I want to skip in 17 weeks. "Maybe just one", I thought several times. I don't want to face the music and I am playing games with myself. I've lost something every week for 16 weeks. But, tomorrow will be different.
Must go anyway. This is my year. No excuses. Face the music. I love myself too much to quit, and little eyes are watching me.
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