My own worst enemy.
I don’t always know why it is I fall off the wagon…or how I even allow myself to. It just kind of creeps up. It’s practically inevitable. It’s like I don’t know any other way of dieting; like it’s just part of the process. Yes, I understand that slipping up is okay once in a while. But for some reason I allow that slip-up to become two slip-ups…and three slip-ups…and then 4 slip-ups…and so on and so forth.
Tonight is a new night…and tomorrow is a new day. I shall go back as though I never stopped.