This week I've seen no progress again, telling the truth there's been negative progress. Every time I step on the scales in a morning I dread seeing the numbers. I am exactly where I promised myself I wouldn't get back to.
I've slipped back into a terrible routine with food. I started sneaking snacks, eating more chocolate than I should and eating far too much food. It is all entirely my own fault.
I am the one in control.
I am the one who cooks the meals.
I am the one who dishes up the meals.