…can look at the perfectly formed mound of buttercream frosting sitting atop a spongy cupcake and not be deeply and emotionally affected by it.
…wakes up at 5:00 a.m. with sleepy determination to kick out an intensely sweaty but fulfilling workout six days a week and looks forward to it as much as she looks forward to her morning coffee.
…stocks her fridge with heaping mounds of produce and uses it all before it goes bad.
…is satisfied with eating simple meals over and over again.
…can’t help checking the size of her guns in the reflection of every window she passes by.
…can go into a restaurant and order the healthiest thing on the menu so that she won’t be in a carb coma for the next 4 days.
…is tight and toned and healthy and relatively happy and somewhat stable in her moods.
…someone who gets off and STAYS OFF this damned roller coaster known as “losing weight”.
I’m tired of the fight y’all. I’m tired of trying to do things my way and wondering why I can’t lose weight. I’m tired of being my own worst enemy. I thought that Weight Watchers would help me set some boundaries with food, but I just wonder if I don’t need tighter boundaries. It’s something I’m trying to figure out and when I do, I’ll let you know.