I’m 28 years and two days old. It’s about time that I get my sh*t together. I’ve decided to call DO-OVER and begin again with my weight loss journey. For a myriad of reasons.
- I don’t fit into anything.
- I hurt. Everywhere.
- My 10 year high school reunion is in May.
- It’s likely that I’ll be getting married in the not so distant future.
- I don’t sleep. Like, ever…
Since this is the year of the do-over, I’ve decided to give Weight Watchers another go. I like WW. I like them even more now that they’re oozing balance and wholesome health goodness. SIDEBAR: It used to kill me that I could have an Oreo snack pack for less points than a banana. The best thing about WW is that I really, truly can eat whatever I want – the commercials don’t lie. Yes, I should focus on solid food choices, but if I want that double fudge Milano, I can have it!
Sure on my first day in I had Maui Onion pop chips for lunch, but it’s about progress people, not perfection. Perfection is a slippery slope that I do not want to sled down. Perfection is what got me here. I am an awkward, easily angered perfectionist that at the first sight of imperfection totally loses it. And by it, I mean EVERYTHING. It all goes out the window and I dive into the binge eating, self-depravation deep end for months until I (or my boyfriend) pull me back to the surface and into reality. So here I go, currently in reality and currently trying to be nicer to myself and begin again.