I discovered something about me this weekend.
When my "peeps" are not in their rightful places, I don't deal well. I deal in my typical way: they are out having a life (which usually equals fun) without me and I have no life except this damn diet and screw the diet - I'm eating my nachos!
Well, that's it in a nutshell anyway (sorry for the swearing Mom). Last week my boss, my sister and her family, and my weekend buddy who I do just about everything with were all out of town. Out of town doing really cool things.
And I was here NOT doing cool things. NOT even doing things I SHOULD be doing.
And so I ate and whined and ate and slept and ate and complained. And ate.
(Ooh, I'm a catch, aren't I?!?)
Anyway, I was desperately trying to figure out where my motivation went, why I was sabotaging myself and this weight loss regime, and why I couldn't get a grip.
I need my peeps.
And my peeps (most of them anyway) are back.
Diet is back on!