It’s like a self-fulfilling prophecy.
Every time I get to my current weight, I blow it.
On Saturday I even managed to get to my “first month in Florida” weight. My lowest in seven years. And probably the lowest in 20 years if you want to get technical.
So Naturally today I sabotaged myself just a tad after a healthy breakfast and lunch.
It was tasty as hell. Organic wine and organic pizza.
But I feel like a stuffed piggy with a curly little tail.
I guess now is the point where I start to put back on the 30 pounds I’ve gained and lost every year for the past seven years.
But first, I have to go back for prosciutto and arugula pizza.
And wine. Definitely more wine.
