While drinking those beers, I consumed beef jerky and that's about it. My eating is/has gone to hell today. Sorta. I think I went over by a few WW POINTS.
Oh yeah, I'm still on it. This is week 13 of being on it. I am doing my damndest to stick on it. I can't believe that I've lost as much as I have, and while I still have a long way to go, I am kicking ass. My mom's house is a death-trap for my WW - a few weeks ago, I spent one afternoon and fucked my week over. But I have managed to maintain and stick to my program, for the mostpart. There's this box of Honey Bunches of Oats that's staring at me but I'll have to decline.
After drinking tonight, I smoked a cigarette, from a pack I had purchased that aforementioned afternoon at my mother's house. Appetite is lost. Eating and drinking more sounds like a pasttime I want partake in, but would rather much avoid.
On the front of my mother's house, I just spent some time reflecting. I love my mom and that's why I'm here. I love my woman, too. I have been blessed with a beautiful and wonderful woman that she is. I love her so much and I don't deserve her. But she loves me so much and I really want to not fuck this up, willpower and all.
I fucked my life for the next two years. But we'll get through it.
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