I'm hungry. Really hungry for whatever reason and yet I want nothing healthy. No, instead I want to keep popping mini chocolate covered donuts into my mouth without even taking an initial bite. I want to suck on chocolate covered malt balls until their disintegrate in my mouth. I want to cook up a pot of mac and cheese with hot dogs sliced into it like my mom used to make and rest it on my chest as I lounge by the TV. In other words, I want to eat crap.

I, the girl who busted her ass to "change" her lifestyle so that it would include working out and healthy food. The one who managed to steadily lose weight until her clothes hung like a clown's off of her and 30 pounds disappeared from the scale. One wrong turn. One trip away from the gym and healthy kitchen and now I'm converted back to the Daszzle of old. I'm an excuse maker. I'm a "who cares, I'm happy with the way I look no matter what the size" sayer. I'm back to gaining weight. 5lbs to be exact.

No, all hope is not lost yet. 5lbs can be lost again. A few days in the gym and a detoxing of chocolate and all things sugar and I should be riding high. But God, am I stressed (I know, yet another excuse). It all comes down to, for whatever the reason, I just truly don't feel like it.
I'm not gone for good. I sure as hell didn't work so hard to gain it all back. Hell, I even came to like the good feeling that washed over me after a truly kick-butt workout. Plus, the compliments about how my clothes drooped and sagged and my skin began to glow sure didn't hurt either.
 So I guess I'm looking for a little inspiration. It's not in my kitchen, I know because I checked at least three times in the past 15 minutes. I think it's somewhere harder to see. Like maybe my future.
I must make it my mantra: "You will not get diabetes" "You will not suffer from diabetes" "You will not die of diabetes"

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