I fell off the wagon
Hard.
At this point, I'm somewhere under the wagon, being dragged by it and my extra weight.
Between heartache and the stress of returning work and my physical therapy, I've managed to gain back my lost pounds.
I can't tell you how pleased I am about this.
Actually, I feel like dirt for backsliding.
No, it's not peanut butter jelly time.
(Beware - more fat woman brooding in the jump. . . )
This is not the first time I've done my best yo-yo impression.
I felt like I needed chocolate to nurse my broken heart, and it was all downhill from there.
Then I had some cake.
Next, it was the potato chips with sour cream and onion dip.
The kicker?
I feel worse now physically, from eating all these foods that I stopped eating to cut back.
I thought I'd be happy to have all my old favorites again, but they've made me feel bloated and a little sick.
(And that isn't because I ate them in large quantities. I tend to be a small-meal person.)
So, it's back to the old drawing board, and starting SutriSystem again.
I also need some help in figuring out why I keep doing this to myself.
Sigh.
Here we go again.
