That's what I told a friend several months ago. She and I are in this weight-loss journey together.
Anyway, I've found myself eating those words (no pun).
Within the past few months, I've gotten a new job, moved apartments and been extremely stressed. At my new place, I've found myself within walking distance from an Olive Garden and an On The Border (2 of my favorite restaurants). My local grocery store isn't as convenient at this new apartment - neither is the local Subway (Subway has been my faithful go-to place for quick, low-cal meals). I developed an addiction to Cheez-Its. Really and truly, I believe those crackers have something very addicting in them. It was haaaaard weaning myself off of them.
With my move and new job, I ended up with a longer commute to work plus longer work hours. Anyway, I was rewarded with a quick 10 pound gain. This 10 pounds went straight to my belly (turns out I'm an apple shape) and they kept me from fitting into my size 10 jeans. I felt so insecure and I started disliking my reflection. All I could see was those 10 pounds. It's as if I was wearing them as a sign of failure. I know it's "only 10 pounds" but that 10 pounds felt like 100 lbs on my back. I think this is because I knew that at the rate I was going, it was the first 10 of who knows how many more pounds!
I kicked myself in the butt after about 2 months of this. I started running on the treadmill every day and I am back on track (still over 160 but under 170, thank God). I just wanted to share this with you guys for a couple of reasons:
1) I want you guys to be careful to not get complacent as I did.
2) More importantly, I want you to know that if you do get off track (for whatever reason) you CAN put a stop to the bad behavior and get back on track.
As my friend told me, better to stop it at 10 pounds than to let it go to 20 or 30 pounds.
Love,
Me (not going down w/o a fight!)