In case you hadn’t guessed, my silence means I’m still eating crap and avoiding the scale.
And I’m not happy about it. Yet, I can’t seem to stop myself.
I’m not quite sure what to do. Roni might call this a “funk” — but I seem to have simply given up. Now that I can’t afford to go to WW meetings, I seem to have lost the will to follow the program.
Worse, I know that just one good day will give me the shove I need to go in the right direction. Even so, I find myself thinking about starting the day with a donut from Starbucks and then having a big ol’ burrito for lunch.
Maybe I should just get on the scale. If I see the damage I’m doing — I could be back in the 200s, at the rate I’ve been eating — it could be the jolt I need to get back on the ball.