Was at my massage class earlier. Class went really well, but it takes a lot out of you. (You'd be surprised.)
On the way home, I felt so weak that twice I started walking towards a fast-food joint, and both times I pulled myself away.
Then while waiting for the tram, I got a phone call from a friend who wanted to go for beers and watch the rugby. And I knew I was in no state to go out and drink water. I was so weak I really should have gone home and had two lipotrim and gone to bed.
Instead I went to the pub, had some indian food and some beers...
I feel like crap now. Not just hunger-sated, (which I do) but bloated, as if my stomach had already shrunk quite a bit.
And of course there's the guilt. Even while I was eating, I was hating it.
And then, on the heels of the guilt, there's the fear. The fear that every single time I've tried Lipotrim, I've slipped. And found it virtually impossible to get back on the program after slipping.
I wish someone could kick my ass good and hard, right about now.
On the way home, I felt so weak that twice I started walking towards a fast-food joint, and both times I pulled myself away.
Then while waiting for the tram, I got a phone call from a friend who wanted to go for beers and watch the rugby. And I knew I was in no state to go out and drink water. I was so weak I really should have gone home and had two lipotrim and gone to bed.
Instead I went to the pub, had some indian food and some beers...
I feel like crap now. Not just hunger-sated, (which I do) but bloated, as if my stomach had already shrunk quite a bit.
And of course there's the guilt. Even while I was eating, I was hating it.
And then, on the heels of the guilt, there's the fear. The fear that every single time I've tried Lipotrim, I've slipped. And found it virtually impossible to get back on the program after slipping.
I wish someone could kick my ass good and hard, right about now.