I’ve eaten my last fast food breakfast, I promise! No more. Time to get a grip on reality and stop avoiding the refection in the mirror. Time to admit I’ve slipped over the past few years and now I’m fat.

Also, time to stop evading the word, fat. I am, I am, I am. Admittance is half the battle.

It didn’t happen overnight, more like five years of granting myself permission to eat to pacify the other things I couldn’t do. The You-Deserve-It syndrome.

I’m kicking YDIS in the pants, my Christmas present to myself this year.

This journal will be my track record, my no cheating, and no turning back log of successes and failures alike.
Please borrow anything you find useful and comment if something attracts your attention. Food, like any other addiction, is hard to control alone.