The New Leaf Has Been Turned

Christmas was awesome. My kids had a blast, our family was all together, there was much laughing, love, and tearing open of presents. My girls went to bed happy, content, and very sleepy. Today we laid around in our pjs checking out all our new toys and playing with the big yellow ball, which was a big yellow hit with Sassafrass.

I set aside my weight loss goals for the weekend. (For the weekend? Hee. Ok, so they were technically already set aside, humor me.) And today I had planned on getting back on track, but family was still here, there were leftovers, I think you can fill in the blanks.

However, there will be no more room for slack. I have gained back 6 pounds (My husband this morning said, "Really? Because it would take me months to gain that much weight." Oh yes, there were words. He really does suffer from What's The Most Wrong Thing I Can Say Disease, but he has a good heart, so I'll forgive him.) and gaining it all back is not only depressing, but just not what I consider an option right now.

The fridge and the cupboard have been relieved of their junk food. My notebook is on the counter, ready to record the 1200 calories I'm allowed tomorrow, and I've penciled in what I'm allowed for meals and snacks. I'm geared up and ready to go.

This is it, people. If I can not get back on this diet tomorrow, if I let another week slip by without some discipline, I fear I'll have failed.

I can do this, I know I can..