I've mentioned on a few threads on how bad I've been with my diet lately, luckily I haven't gained but I'm not losing.
I feel like I'm blaming my lack of diligence on everything except myself, my parents fighting all the time, school stress, no sleep, cold weather (and im in socal so where near where there is actual weather disaster!), ugh I'm so sick of my own excuses, it's really pathetic. How and where did I get the motivation to lose the first 25 lbs?!
Since I'm prepping for a cousin's wedding coming up, I went to the store earlier today and STOCKED my fridge. I haven't had the financial liberty to do that in awhile, but I finally did and I'm preparing everything so I don't have to "look around" for food. This is what always kills me. That and weekends. How the heck do you guys do it on weekends?!
I've also decided I'm going to stop thinking of this as a diet to lose weight, but more so to just eat healthy, I should see something right? Hopefully lol. I'll be eating around 1200 and then go on from there and exercise 4x a week.
I might come back on here and update daily (is that ok to do?) I just need somewhere to go where I can write down things and be accountable for it. I feel like this is the only place I can do that, not very diligent with MFP. Can't believe I'm restarting again, but better to recognize I'm failing now than 20 lbs later (which is the way I have always been!)
Thanks for letting me rant guys!

I'm thinking now I should just go for a walk when I'm stressed or something. I hate that I always give into a desire just to be satisfied. It's a really bad habit I have!
So problem #1 is that you are suddenly not as busy. I have to keep busy on my "fast" days (like today) or else I find myself thinking of food too much. I don't know why I'm programmed that way. I can eat what I want tomorrow so why am I bothering with this struggle today? I've taught myself lots of self-control, so I'm okay, but I remember when boredom set in when I first started losing, it felt desperate. If I didn't eat, I'd panic or something. It's such a psychological game isn't it? Will I die if I don't eat those cashews? My mind is convincing me I will. So I gave in to my mind game and ate cashews, but not just a handful, half a can. Disaster!