After "The Purge"

It's worse than I thought. Talk about denial!!

I've done "The Purge" on my closets.

I only have three pairs of pants that I am keeping. The rest I am donating or trying to sell to a second hand shop.

Perfectly good clothes. But I have let myself get too large for them.

My new rule for everyone getting older: don't ever wear stretch pants! You won't notice the weight gain so much.

At least I don't have to face a full closet and nothing I can wear any more. At least for a while.

How in the world am I going to lose these 20 pounds?!

Maybe I won't sell the diet books just yet...

Small steps. One step at a time. Never stopping except to honor the successes won by reaching important goals.

I am convinced that my weight gain will lead straight to diabetes. Despite knowing that, I've spent evenings eating snacks and drinking wine in front of the TV. This is called denial. Pretending that I really need that candy bar or popcorn. Watching the scales trying to tell me to stop. And not stopping. Sounds like addiction to me.

It seems that my work is stressing me. Mostly, that I do too many things in one day. The weekends are geared to preparing for the next week. Go-go-go... Now that I realize that I don't want to go on like this, it isn't so easy to get out. But I am taking steps toward that goal.

This morning I weighed 300 grams less than Saturday. No snacks, no wine. Eating smaller portions. And exercise. It seems to work. 

I have to laugh at my diet books. They would all help me get back to a healthy weight. But self-help books only help if you do more than read them!! 

JUST DO IT!

I mean well. Let's see if I keep on when the stress starts again.