Why do I do it?
I lose a few pounds and I get all cocky. Like I deserve something special.
I made meatballs for the boys last night and when they were finished there were four left.
I couldn't let them go to waste could I?
So. I. ate. them.
And I felt horrible.
What's different this time though is that I didn't immediately dive in to the ice cream tub that's been calling for me every time I open the freezer. I didn't open the box of cookies or binge on cheese.
I stopped, realized that all wasn't lost, and moved ahead.