aaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!

what the hell is wrong with me?! I just can. not. stop. eating. crap.

Last night, coming home from work, I was so proud of myself because I had managed to skip candytime and I had 8 points left for dinner. So what do I do?

Take Noah to CiCi's Pizza. I told myself I was just going to eat one slice. Just one. That's only 5-6 points...I can eat just one. BUT I CAN'T EAT JUST ONE. Another 35-40 point day, I'm sure.

And let's get to the exercise, shall we? In that, 2 days have gone by this week with none whatsoever. AAARGH!

I think this is what the experts refer to as "sabotaging your own success". I do it in most things...it's not that surprising that I'd do it in weight loss. Afraid to fail, afraid to succeed, anything that might change the place I am right this minute, no matter how much it SUCKS. But it needs to fucking stop. Now.

(Maybe it will be better when PMS is over.)