I can't count how many times my intentions have been to lose weight. I've only ever been truly successful once in my life. But my entire adult life has been a battle. Well, more of a defeat I suppose.
But I feel that this is the time for me, once again. I feel a new commitment. I feel that I mean it. I remember the first time, I knew I meant it. I believe I mean it this time. I say that with this thing inside me that sort of cringes and says "ooooohhh, I sure hope so!"
I think many of us know our shortcomings. Mine is certainly a small will power. At least for certain things. I've done a lot of difficult things in my life, but fighting addiction is one of the hardest.
Most of us don't think of eating as an addictive behavior, but it is. I know it and I'm trying to face it now. I don't have a picture yet, but I will. I will take some today and I will put them in my journal, and maybe post them here. I don't have a scale, but perhaps I should buy one so I can track my progress. It's either depressing or encouraging when you have a scale, LOL.
I started yesterday and it went pretty well, except that in the evening, I really wanted to eat, but I wasn't hungry. It was head hunger, not stomach hunger. I am going to become stronger than my own deceitful mind.