
As I suspected, I am up 1.5 pounds this week. Granted, it is quite a bit less than the gazillion pounds I was expecting, but it’s still not great.
I’m honestly not sure what to do with myself. I’m not sure how to get back on the wagon. It’s so easy to just say “just do it,” and that’s probably what the me of two years ago would have told the current me, but it’s not that easy.
I feel as though when the thought of food crosses my mind (or my line of sight), the rational part of my brain just completely shuts [ ... ]