I convinced myself over the weekend that I gained 15 pounds.
And that the hard work I put into losing 50 is all for naught.
And that before long, like in a matter of days, I will be fat again.
So I ate the bowl of sugary cereal, and indulged in the Oreos.
I told myself I’d exercise later, but I didn’t mean it.
Nothing I wore looked good (even the fun sundress).
I stress-ate. Knowingly.
I did not want to weigh this morning, but felt compelled to survey the damages.
Diets are awesome. My diet was awesome. My ability to keep the physical weight off is great.
But the weekend was a reminder that weight loss is a state of mind.