What a crappy couple of days. While I sit here shaking my head in disbelief and disgust, my brain is racing to figure out the next step.
And the next step has to be to pick my fat butt up and start again.
The best laid plans don't always work, do they? My plans for this week in terms of weight management have gone to hell in a handbasket, along with my attitude. Failure makes me pissy and moody and cynical. Failure also makes me feel pain, remorse, self-disgust, and more.
I have to turn it around. I know what I have to do. I just need to find the heart to do it. For now, a good night's sleep (hopefully) that will do wonders for my attitude and mood.
Please God, help me get it together again.
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