Didn't do so well with eating this week. Stress eating due to job insecurity, so five days off the rails. It culminated with a family get together at a French restaurant where meals were shared family style. A little bit of this, a little bit of that went into my mouth, my glass of wine refilled six times by our prompt waiter... and I rolled away from the table. You know that overly-full plus drunky-drunk feeling? Sigh. My man and I took a bit of a walk after.
Usually at this point in my weight loss, I'd give up. Surrender. Dislocate. I go back to sitting on the couch and stuffing my face with corn twists, followed by a Wunderbar with a Cola chaser. This time is different. Am I going to give up? NO!!! I'm getting my eating back on track and won't wallow in self-pity anymore.