Just When I think I'm Out...

Previously on this blog I posted the story of life-long trimness, to post-illness slimness, to post-slimness fatness. Part of the problem back then was the riding on a magic carpet of yummy Egg-McMuffins every morning, among some other indulgences. Suddenly one day I found I couldn't bend over to tie my shoes without gasping for air.

Weeks of self-loathing finally brought about a decision to mentally bulwark myself against the lure of those creamy cheese loaded calorie-bombs. "Just a medium coffee please" became the morning mantra, and after a few weeks of resolutely ignoring steamy siren calls from cunning drive-thru menus, freedom from the cravings came at last. This will power even extended to some other eating habits. Slowly the old trimness threatened to peek out again from behind folds of extra flesh. Almost there...on the right track...almost there.....

Then a couple months ago, on a particularly busy work day, there was only time for something quick and cheap for lunch. "I'll swing by and get something from the dollar menu", I happily whistled to myself. Ba-da-pa-pa-baaaa......and just like that, I voluntarily bit into the hook again...And again.



Since that fateful noon-time decision, the forces of fat and evil have slowly reclaimed most of their lost territory. Grunting and nearly falling foward while picking a dime off the ground the other day brought that dim realization to the fore. I've been a fool. Again.



Back to the drawing board.