Oh, fried food...how I love thee. I think it was remembering just how much I loved you that triggered me to jump off the Weight Watchers wagon and wander back in to Chubsville.
Maybe it was because I was just so damn sick and tired of obsessing over counting points...but you know what? It works. It works and I know it. If I know it, then why is it so fucking hard to start counting again?? The worst part is that I'm cockblocking MYSELF...last night, I'm sitting around waiting for the bf to come home, PRAYING that he'll bring home snacks. I AM NOT EVEN RELIGIOUS.
Please feel free to send some willpower and positive vibes my way. I need it, before fat tuesday becomes fat monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, saturday, and sunday.
Maybe it was because I was just so damn sick and tired of obsessing over counting points...but you know what? It works. It works and I know it. If I know it, then why is it so fucking hard to start counting again?? The worst part is that I'm cockblocking MYSELF...last night, I'm sitting around waiting for the bf to come home, PRAYING that he'll bring home snacks. I AM NOT EVEN RELIGIOUS.
Please feel free to send some willpower and positive vibes my way. I need it, before fat tuesday becomes fat monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, saturday, and sunday.
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