My big, fat mouth
Yesterday was the first day of the weight loss contest between my sisters and myself. All weekend we were trading emails, trash talking about how each person was going to kick each others’ butt. That memory served me well yesterday every time I was tempted to eat something off the program. I wasn’t able to exercise yesterday (my son had an appt. with an endocrinologist) and as we all know when I can’t exercise I have a hard time sticking to a diet. The little devil on my shoulder was saying “don’t worry, it’s the first day, you’ll have plenty of time to get back on the program” while the angel was saying “you need to make the right choice because it’s the right choice”. I basically told both of them to piss off and listened to my pride instead, which said, “Your sisters are going to give you so much crap if you lose so suck it up, you’ll survive.” Thank God for pride.
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