Between the fried chicken sandwich & the ice cream sandwich…well…I blow my diet all to hell! Its a bad time in my life for dieting…stress,depression,anxiety,fears,worries…my life is going absolutely nowhere…my dreams are derailed…what a huge & ugly mess. Honestly…I think about committing myself to a mental hospital for 2 weeks. I need help,rest,& peace. I am falling apart. If my youngest son moves out it will finish me off.
While I’m off the wagon…well…I don’t care to continue eating…I want to lay in the rocky mud & indulge in a pity party. Hey,its my party,I’ll cry if I want to. I’ll get up & back on my journey when I’m damn good & ready.