
So after my optimistic posts of last week, I blew it again. As you know, I did pretty good Sunday and Monday and Tuesday (well, most of Tuesday), but then it all went downhill. Beginning with an altercation with some brownies. From there on out, the week flew by in a food-bliss haze.
But I turned it around! I didn’t blow it. Isn’t that a terrible phrase anyway? It signifies that something is a complete failure; that it is past all redemption. And my weight is not.
In fact, while I was practically in a food-induced coma by Saturday night (pizza, donuts, [ ... ]