Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Well, Poop on a Biscuit

So, I am feeling a bit peppy's the first "pep" I have felt in about 4 or 5 months, really.

If you read this post, then you know what has me fired up again.

I have apologized to my best friend in the whole world for always lamenting over and over about the same stuff. (Weight. Sugar. No Sugar. Diets. Willpower. No Willpower...) Perhaps I should apologize to the 7 or 8 readers of my blog too :\

I am no different than a drug addict who gets to their lowest point, then cleans up their act...only to slip-up and start hitting the good stuff again until they are out of control once more. Repeat cycle. See this post.

I have heard stories of addicts who have destroyed their lives. I have heard the pain and sadness in the voice of people telling stories of their loved one's struggles with drugs or other addictions. I have heard how much the addiction hurt families and friends. Maybe I have not hurt anyone with my food addictions (yet), but that mentality is surely something to stop and think about.

Let's just say I have been doing a lot of thinking. (Meanwhile, [testing a theory...] re-attempting Weight Watchers for two months, being constantly hungry and hateful, feeling sluggish and depressed and GAINING weight.)

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