One step...

...at a time. One day at a time. One hour at a time. One meal at a time.

Yesterday, was a disaster for me. Actually, the whole day wasn't a disaster, just when the fried chicken was escorted into the house by my sweet husband who had a rotten day. He left one piece in the box and left the box on the counter...

Big, big, BIG MISTAKE.

I won't describe what happened next, but lets just say that there were no crumbs in the bottom of that box of fried chicken when i finished. No crumbs at all. I may have even licked the paper that was on the bottom of the box. Yeah, it was me at my ugliest.

And since i had eaten that, i then proceeded to eat 3 mini-granola bars at 90 calories a piece. You know, as dessert. You can't have fried chicken without a dessert, can you?

Apparently, i can't.

Today, is Tuesday, also known as Fat Tuesday. I just couldn't bring myself to weigh in on a day called "Fat" Tuesday, so i'm going to my meeting on Saturday. I'm sure that after my little food-fess yesterday evening, it would have sucked anyway.

I'm disappointed in myself. I knew i wasn't hungry. I knew that fried chicken wasn't on my plan for today. Yet, i ate like a mad-woman on crack until it was all gone. It was like being on auto-pilot; the first bite was amazing, and from there, i really couldn't tell you. How sad it is that a piece of fried chicken had me acting like a starved woman?

Not only do i have weight to loose, but i have to work on the mental part of all of this. Otherwise, i am terrified that i will re-gain all of what i am loosing and add more pounds on top of that. I can't let that happen.

I can't.