If not for the skinny jeans…

as well as my resolve it seems. 

I have been naughty, indulging on oreos and other sweets.  Cookies always were, and probably always will be, my nemesis.  Will power???  What’s that?! 

I have really let my goals go and have been putting myself at the bottom on my priority list.  They say the first step to getting over a problem is admitting there is a problem.  I rarely go to the gym about it, get frustrated with myself, attempt to justify it with my horrendous school work load, and then eat.

I got on the scale recently and was not happy.  While it is only a few pounds gained, it was enough to for me to go, something has to stop.  I’m still trying to figure this out.  Obvious, cookies need to stop mysteriously  coming into my house!  (Just yesterday, I got ding dong ditched and the culprit left a WHOLE BOX OF OREOS!)  I’ve got a unit party coming up and the theme is a cookie exchange.  I feel like I need to go in there with duct tape over my mouth!

I have always been a stress/emotional eater.  It’s a horrible coping mechanism.  I’m hoping that once this semester calms down I’ll be able to center again and find out and plan exactly what I need to do to get back on track.