Why is it everytime I dropped some poundage I become complacent and end up where I began?
I've managed to lose a good amount, then I celebrate -- then here I am again.
Maybe I should stop using food as a reward
I really do hate it and quite honestly I hate myself for it
I can't seem to bring myself to stick with whatever I set out to do.
Maybe I'm not just into it... Maybe I'm just not into me.
I make plans, I write stuff, I buy the right foods.
I don't follow plans, I don't reflect much on what I write about, I don't eat the right foods.
Maybe I make too many plans that is too overwhelming that its set up for failure. Bah. This sucks.