Extremes

I can't do it. I can't do extremes. They make me crazy. They make me want to binge. But I didn't. But I want to. I just want to lose 50 pounds by tomorrow. Can that happen? Well since I'd have to do massive drugs go to extremes to get there fast, I don't think so. That's why I'm reneging. Or renegotiating. Or re-designing my plan. I'm going back to Weight Watchers where I can have all things in moderation. Because I like crack bread & carbs & such. And I'm not an athlete who has wash board abs and needs to keep them that way. Honestly, I just want to be in single digit clothing for now. Sigh. I've said this before and then changed my mind and then been back here again. I have a problem sticking to a plan because I want instant gratification. You know... instantly. Every.single.time I'm doing well I see a picture of some super hot chick and then suddenly I want to change everything I'm doing and instantly look like that. I don't know why, crazy mabye? Maybe after I lose some excess weight I'll want to be extreme and get in better shape. But for today? I just want to feel proud of myself and extremes aren't doing that for me. I cried today because I wanted chocolate and that made me feel like a failure. Seriously? I CRIED? I hate crying so I try not to. Like ever. So I'm done with that. I'm signing up, AGAIN, for Weight Watchers. Meet ya right back here tomorrow. Hopefully, a nicer, non-crying person.