Fuck- but it is MY choice. And now wanting of a cigarette. Nearly 5 years without a single goddamn cigarette but I want one right the fuck now. What the hell happened to me that I turned into an emotional eater? When the hell did that fucking shit happen??
Another way fill myself- or destroy myself. Not sure which. A little of both perhaps. 10:07p and a Skype call at 6:00am- a bowl of cereal. NO. No cereal- not on the plan.
Well all of this bullshit wasn't on the fucking plan either. What am I committed to? I am committed to losing the weight and the emotional shit that is obviously along for the fucking ride. I am committed to living powerfully despite what life throws at me. And it's hard.