Ok, so I massively fell of the wagon this weekend (the Weight Watchers wagon, of course), but in my own defense, I was away for a long weekend with family, and in our family, the food is central to any trip. I will admit that I am pretty much afraid to step on the scale, and will not do so until Friday, when I’ve (hopefully) been back on track for a few days. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that the damage will partially be undone by then, and I won’t get too depressed. I just couldn’t let myself miss out on enjoying our outings as much as everyone I was with, which is pretty much the reason I will never be truly happy with the way I look. It is so frustrating that something I love so much has to be the cause of such disappointment, but when given the choice between great food or a better body image, I will choose the food every time. If only I could learn to love working out as much as I love food, my life would be so much easier…
