D-Day

This might possibly be my 486th post about dieting/food/body image issues. And I always say this is THE LAST TIME. Yep. Always. I have gained and lost the same 15 or so pounds about 3 times now. This is probably one of the most frustrating things a person can experience. There is no one to blame but myself. Me, myself, and my mouth. I think about this and it just makes me extremely angry. I am so disappointed in myself. I am happy with who I am as a person. There is just this one thing that I can't seem to get beyond. I am facing the issue once again. Once again, I am back to that "diet" mindset. I just need to stop making excuses and get over it. Give myself a little tough love. It's not about being a certain size. It's about being confident and comfortable in my own skin. This is the skin God gave me to live in...I need to take care of it.

So today is what I like to call "D-Day," or diet day. This is the day when the diet mindset commences once again for me. Back on the healthy train. Back on the working-out-at-6am train. Back on the eating-3-apples-a-day train. Back on the being-attached-to-my-scale train. Such joys of losing weight. You would think that after so many times of doing this over and over again, I would have it all figured out. Well...I'm getting there! Hopefully, I will have some epiphany and that huge light bulb above my head with suddenly turn itself on. Until that happens, here we go! AGAIN.