I thought about cake yesterday. I was eating out with my family and there was a dessert menu of all the little goodies anyone could ever want. I thought about it, but then realized it's just not worth it. I've come so far and I want to keep going, I really really want to keep going. I knew that I would feel the guilt the moment it was gone, if not sooner. And that just stopped me in my trax. This morning, while putting on the bra, I realized the band is way too big. So I took out the tape and noticed I lost another inch!
I knew right then, I made the right choice.