*****
I got on the scales this morning. I've put on weight. It seems like an awful lot of weight to me but it's only a couple of pounds and considering what I've been eating all week, it's not the end of the world. I got on them about three times to make sure they were right, and the buggers did vary dramatically at one point. I plan to go for a 15 minute brisk walk and on the way I'll pop them in the bin outside the local shops. That way I can concentrate on what I'm eating rather than what I'm weighing. I'm still a member of the on-line diet club. I'll live optimistically and log a 1lb weight loss each week for the rest of the summer.*****
After the last week's difficulties, I feel like I can start over but I'm a bit nervous about my ability to do so. I'm thinking, "What if I fail again? What if I'm so weak willed, I can't get through a day of eating well and with my hunger? What if I'll get bored? What if I get frustrated? What am I going to do all day if I don't eat?"
Why is it so fearful?
It's a fear of failure and a fear of not making the mark. A fear of not getting it right.
Breathe.
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