I started writing this post because I was reading Stephanie Klein's WW posts looking for some inspiration. I happened to stumble upon this gem:
I ate an entire box of truffles (That would be sixteen balls in two sittings). In my car. Equal parts animal and daytime television for women. Worse, the next day I hit up the Halloween candy and hid the wrappers, pushing them under a carton of eggs in our garbage. Move over Skinny Bitch; make room for Sneaky Psycho. I had to do something.
I bet you can see where I'm going with this. I too have buried wrappers under other packages in the garbage. I've done this in my own apartment (for absolutely no reason), at my parents, at a boys apartment, when I lived with my sorority, while visiting a friend's apartment, basically anywhere I've been. Ugh, I hate talking about this stuff. I find it whiny and depressing. Yet, I feel like it's part of my journey. I have to share it. I have to get rid of it. So, now I log what goes into my big mouth on my iPhone like a lady. If you have the pleasure of dining with me in the next several months I'm sure you'll be a witness. I don't know what made me decide to take WW seriously this time. It might have had something to do with a picture I saw of myself in Cabo. It's a definite possibility. It may be the fact that I basically live in leggings and the two pairs of jeans that fit me. Or it could be the dread I felt every single morning in Cabo. Great, it's bathing suit time again.
Thus concludes today's confession. Oh and since this post is all about "change," I think you'll enjoy the song of the day.