Oh, Peaches

When my Grand Daughter Hope messes up she has been taught to say oh, peaches.   This week I messed up and feel like I wasted a week.   Oh, peaches!

Today I weighed in at 239, exactly what I started last week with.   I ate some great food this week but too much of it and felt as if I was slipping back into the life of Porky.  The only positive thing is that I feel bad and maybe thats a good thing.    It is so easy to go back to the way I was that I have to perceive it as a real threat.   It is imperative that I find options that keep me away from the kitchen and the pantry.  

Last night I ate a huge plate of spaghetti, had a great salad, a huge desert.  Plus during the day I ate junk, junk, junk!   That used to be my MO, but now days like that make me feel bad; like I've let myself down.  I have much more to lose before I can go out in to the public.  I've got to rid myself of the blubber and be presentable before I dare be seen.  Actually I'm doing well, but want to get down to a healthy weight.    I hate feeling like I through a week away!

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