The Ugly Truth

Okay, here's the truth... and it's ugly.

I went away last week on Thursday, to a cabin on an island that was FILLED to the brim with tons and tons of food. And then someone brought DQ cake. And someone else brought the most amazing brownies I've ever had.

Yes, that's right. HAD. Had many, in fact.

So here's the ugly truth of what happens when I eat as much as I possibly can for four days straight and completely and totally fail at the goals I mentioned in my last post:



What can I say? I didn't get fat because I have exceptional self-control, DUH.

But it ain't over. I'm still here, and I'm still determined to do this right. I had a setback... a bump in the road... an extended weekend of feeling like my normal self again and all the ugliness that can entail.

Won't be the last time, I can pretty much promise you that. But what's most important, is I plan to make it 'the exception,' and not 'the rule.'

You'll see.

(And thank you, thank you again to those of you who are checking in on me and thinking good thoughts for me!!)