I'm not sure why weight loss is such a struggle for me. It's only food. Why can't I just moderate my intake of it, and be done with things?
Well, that's a philosophical question I've been struggling for about twenty years now, so it probably doesn't involve a simple answer.
Anyway, I'm not going to be dishonest. The last few days have been a free-for-all, in terms of my eating. I haven't even been trying. I'm not sure why I'm trying to sabotage the success I've had thus far. I always thought that if I got some momentum going, it'd become easier. But it hasn't.
So here I am. 56 days. And not a lot of weight loss to show for it. I'm starting to realize that I somehow expected this to be easy. But it won't be. I think everyday is going to be a huge challenge, and I'm going to need to mentally prepare myself for it.
I'm not the kind of girl who gives up. So I'm dusting myself off, and am going to try this again. I'm not embarrassed about this. What would be shameful, is if I gave up now and decided to hide my head in a bag of chips. I'm not throwing in the towel.
To all of the blood, sweat, and tears ahead, I say: BRING IT ON.