I am riding a roller coaster this week.
One day I do a stellar job, the next, I am struggling to stay under 2000 calories. Then back, again. *sigh* What the fuck is my malfunction?
If I register a loss, this week, I will die of shock. I am not anticipating doing so. The Puff Monster has me firmly in his clutches, again.
I am so sick of this shit.
The thing is, I know what do do about it and I know how to do it. Obviously. I just keep running up against a brisk wall of mental resistance. It is mental. I am not hungry, but I snack. I am not bingeing and I suppose that is a victory. But it doesn't feel like on when I snack and graze, instead.
I am aware of the problem. Now I have to implement an action plan.
Like staying the fuck on track.
Look at me.
The rocket scientist.