Nothing tastes as good as being thin feels.
I say it to myself like a mantra. But. Is it really true? I'm finding that its truer sometimes and other times.....uh, toss-up? As I stood at the counter making Child#2's lunch, which was PBJ today, I had an overwhelming flashback/urge/nostalgic moment. I wanted so badly to have that feeling that a good PBJ can give you. I can actually pull up specific memories of me eating PBJ's (is that weird?) and can almost taste the creaminess of the PB and the sweet stickiness of the J. I'm a jackass, I know. There are a few key foods that do this to me. Just thought I'd share. Pffffth.
158 again this morning but I'm feeling bloated so I'm wearing my 12's. I'm actually keeping all clothes from 14 down, no matter how small I get. Its not me giving up, its me being smart. Who knows......once I bottom out, I may have some regain. I'm a realist. Saving the 14's is my way of saving myself money (possibly) in the future.
Well, time to go! Tata.
8:25 pm
my Cousin Jessica's new baby, Clyde. Awwwwwwwww.
Got my hair cut, on an impulse (uh oh), but refuse to post pictures until I come to terms with it. Maybe tomorrow.
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