I just weighed myself after a weekend of indulgence, and I’m now exactly 10 pounds heavier than I was when I got here 23 days ago. My daily cookie intake has increased to critical levels. My double dinners have to stop. My running shoes (along with many other things) need to be in my possession once again. Motivation needs to find it’s way to the top of the pile of emotions I am feeling on a daily basis, and kick my ass into gear.
I hate how often I write about things I need to change. I wish I liked myself more.
