Everytime I start a diet. I start all gung ho, willpower in tact, ready to tackle my fat cells for the last time. Everything goes well for a few weeks. Then I start getting the comments. The nice comments.
"Have you lost weight?"
"You look great!"
Those are awesome and I really appreciate them.
But they kill me. Something inside of me says, oh, I already look good. That one cupcake won't hurt. Just one more piece of pizza. And then I'm back where I started, feeling gross, and puffy and fat.
I'm there now, trying to make a sharp U-turn though. Starting fresh today and going to MAKE myself work out everyday. At least do something to get me moving.
That's all, just a short glimpse inside my head at the moment.