Oh my morning's coming back
The whole world’s waking up
All the city buses swimming past
I’m happy just because
I found out I am really no one
(Lyric from At The Bottom of Everything by Bright Eyes)

Sometimes losing weight is really easy, but most of the time it is just plain hard. To constantly have to worry about what I eat, whether I can "treat" myself today, anxiety on whether I'm going to lose even though I've been perfect. It's like constant stress about something that I'm supposed to be able to control but if it were that easy, I would be thin.

These past few weeks have been Baaaaad. I've been a total Weight Watcher failure. I've lost my motiviation and my will power. It is so much easier to just say "Okay, sure I'll have that milkshake!" "Peanut Butter Cups are my best friend" "Fried food is okay if you eat it on lettuce, right?"

Additionally, exercise has flown out the window. I need to run again. I need to have a date with Georges St. Pierre again.

I know, I need to stop being ridiculous.
I just need to remember that I need to stop wasting my life being uncomfortable in my own skin. Because as much as that milkshake *may* taste better then skinny feels, nothing feels better then truly being happy with who I am. I need to get my head back in the game.

Hopefully confessing my super sucktasticness will help hold me accountable to eat healthier starting my next meal. Because I know that when I eat right, a couple of things go right:
1, I feel better
2. My skin looks better
3. I have more confidence
4. I have better energy
5. I'm all around happier

So, help hold me accountable. Just give me *the look* if you see me eating something crazy. Especially if it looks like something that could be on thisiswhyyourefat.com.