I was doing really great on motivation for the past month. I stayed away from fast food and lost 11 pounds! Then, when the month was up, I talked myself into eating fast food. ("Just once, Tab. Then you can go back and start up the second month without it.") But, alas, I've had a ton of fast food since then. Food is truely an addiction to me. Like alcoholism. I know that sounds dramatic, but it's true.
I did start going to Overeaters Annonymous Meetings for a while, but didn't last, because all the ladies there were so much older, and I never felt comfortable. Don't get me wrong, it is definately a great group for people like me, but if I don't feel comforted, I can't last. I didn't feel like I was part of a family after going 5 times, so I quit. I shouldn't have quit, I should have started going to a group at a different time. The 'should of', 'could of', 'would of', 's are easy to say.
So tomorrow is Sunday. The first day of a new week. I will be remotivated.
Tomorrow I will post my current weight (I'm positive I've gained) and I will post a list of things to be motivated about. I refuse to quit this time.