fell off the wagon yesterday..

and landed with a resounding thud on my arse. Thought about what I would have done before, which was keep it to myself , let it fester and mould and probably carry on doing it every day thereafter, all the time thinking I would get a handle on it which I wouldn't, of course and I would spiral downward, again. NOT THIS TIME, so I confess, I ate sugar yesterday, and lots of it (it did not make me feel very good, physically or emotionally), not totally sure why I did it either, but I will 'not quit trying to quit'... today is a new day.

I worked out, ate a good breakfast, have my lunch and dinner planned. When I told my honey, this morning, we both decided I need some sort of back up plan for days like yesterday, his suggestion was 'drink water' and 'work out', good suggestions but I know now they will not work for me that simply feels like extra punishment, I need to have a fun option, that takes my mind off of things and the grind of trying to change a lifetime of mixed and bad messages about food, ...still thinking about what that plan might be though.

In other news, I am trying to tidy my bedroom and I tried on my favourite skirt, it is white with small red roses on it, I bought it at this great shop in CT called Frock, and my only regret is that I did not buy the cornflower blue one as well- they were heinously expensive- but this skirt can be bundled in a ball and still look great, it has been everywhere with me France, New York Jo'burg (yeuch!!), and always gets extravagant compliments. When I gave away most of my thin clothes, I could not bring myself to throw it away too, despite the fact that I couldn't get it over my thighs, well this morning I did, and closed too, it is still indecently tight, but I reckon I am 10 pounds away from doing it justice....so today begins operation gorgeous red skirt before my sister and my stunning niece arrive.