Thus begins a new month.
I am beginning to see hints of the first leaves beginning to turn. Pumpkins are showing up in stores and the isles are packed with bags of candy and costumes. My Fall decorations are up and my Hallowe'en decorations will be going up, pretty soon.
Yesterday was a wash as far as food went. If anyone brings Lay's Chili and Lime chips in this house, again they die. Slowly. Painfully. A third of a bag of those suckers went down my throat. Blech! It was my choice... I am taking responsibility. No one held a gun to my head. But, the fact that they were in the house wasn't my fault. And I have made it clear to my family that there can be no more. Because I obviously can't handle their presence in my home, right now.
So, new month, new day. And I have to be careful because I am logging more higher calorie days than is helpful to me. Why am I sliding? Am I feeling complaisant? Is my run clock sounding, again? I am obviously struggling against something, deep in this head of mine. I need to figure it out. Fast and stay on track. I have no desire to derail myself. I need to refresh my mojo. Remind myself what it is I am doing, here. And what I really want to accomplish.
I wish this were all as easy as the assholes who say "Just put the sandwich down!" seem to think it is. Wouldn't that be nice? lol
With fresh purpose, go forward.