I Suck

Sigh.

That’s what I have to say.

I’m fighting each moment with the voice in my head that wants to me eat. This blasted voice keeps arguing with me that it’s okay to get dressed and go out in the rain to Dairy Queen or the corner store for a Blizzard or Moonpies or my favorite peanut butter pie. So far I’ve countered with some string cheese and dried fruit, and not-so-satisfying salad with turkey and cottage cheese. Then I’m bombarded with orgasmic fantasies of sitting at Sweet Tomatoes and gorging myself on their salad bar and soups and corn muffins. My best “mom” voice comes out then reminding me that I can go there on Friday…for my off meal.

This sucks. I suck. Why can’t I just get my stuff together? How do I wake up all pumped for the day ahead of me only to be sideswiped by these stupid food fantasies? I want to scream right now!