The Curse of Friday the 13th
Yep, I fell prey to this yuckiness. The horrid beast of my fear of being home alone (aka: no accountability) has reared its ugliness. No, I didn't go on a total all out glutton binge (at least not like I've been known to do before), but it was enough. I feel horrible - not just mentally, but physically ill.
BUT THE PITY PARTY IS OVER! NO MORE!!!
I will not let this happen any more tonight, or tomorrow, or the next day, or the next. I cannot allow that little voice of doubt to creep back in and destroy all I've done so far. I am worth it. I can do this. I have worked too hard at these baby steps that I cannot then take giant leaps backward. I have had such great support and encouragement that I cannot let each of you down. I have to believe in me -- even in times such as this.
My mind is made up. I'm not waiting until morning to "get back on track"...it starts RIGHT NOW. (But first I think I'll go see there is a Tums or Maalox tablet in the medicine cabinet.)
So here's to getting back up, dusting myself off, and taking more of those wobbly baby steps.
that's ok, it happens, you just get right back on the wagon and keep on trucking. And I put my turkey pot pie recipe into WW and it's 7pts a serving - I'm sure with 2% or less milk it would be even better, but I buy whole milk.
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