That's really all I have to say.
Except maybe damnittohell!
I just want to hide. And I don't even want to tell you about my last four days. Drinking and arguing and food poisoning and traveling and screwed up appointments and eating and chocolate.
OUT. OF. CONTROL.
Sorry, but those are the words to describe me.
Imagine a rock climber on a vertical face of a rock. Imagine my fat little body in rock climber gear. Imagine me, the rock climber, slipping slowly and then falling fast, 16 feet (or miles. whatever.). Imagine my fingers stretched out looking for tiny indentations to grab a hold.
Here's the little miniscule finger movements of today:
1. I told Barb we should go to the Y after work. Oops! Backslide! 'Cause then I said I couldn't go today.
2. I joined/rejoined Sparkpeople and put it on my Bookmarks Toolbar to go to daily and actually try to use their ideas/recipes/website/online community.
3. I read about a website called HealthyWage where you motivate yourself to lose weight by paying money and then making it (and more) back. I tried to join but my EFFING CREDIT CARD WAS DECLINED!!!!!!!
4. I am blogging. Lot of good that's done lately.
OK. Deep breath.
Deep breath again.
Forgive yourself. You can restart right N.O.W.
Monday, September 10, 2012 4:23 PM, Mountain Standard Time.
RESTART BUTTON PUSHED.