Fat Fat Fat. Cut-Off = Butt Off.

That's how I feel today.   That's why I hate pictures, as instrumental as they are.  I saw a handful of myself at last weekend's expo and am so grossed out, embarrassed.  Blech.  

Today, I loathe myself, I feel disgusting, I feel alone because I'm the "decision maker" in this household called my body and I feel like I'll be alone for the rest of my life if I fail at this....again.

The few days out of the month that cause a hunger beast to evolve are so unfair.  It already feels like an uphill battle, and then Mrs. Hyde steps in,"Feeeeeeed me Seymour!".

 

I'm not as hungry lately due to better quality foods and better eating schedules/cut-off times, but the cravings attack like a sucker punch.

Oh, and the snippets in my e-mail/Facebook feed such as the following:

36 Mind-Blowing Breakfast Burritos in LA (breakfast is my kryptonite)

The Essential Guide to Late Night Dining in Los Angeles, Spring 2015

 

These dark emotions mixed with literary temptations sway me in both directions of the eating pendulum, but I'm sticking to the "cut-off" intake time.  The dietician always told me, "Just stick with it, and it will happen, that's a fact".  I need to believe this.

CUT OFF = BUTT OFF, lol.