I had a bad night last night at work. I was frustrated still when I got home and drank 2 beers, ate a big bowl of popcorn with butter, and cheese and crackers. Just to add to the torture, I stepped on the scale this morning and found that I am now up to 198; so much for getting below my plateau. I think that my confidence and self esteem play a large part in this whole weight problem I've had for so many years. I know I am very good at what I do, but when some little disagreement comes up at work, I just start doubting myself immediately, and then I get depressed, and then I start eating to soothe those uncomfortable feelings.
Confidence: something to work on old lady!
Because, you are a good person!
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