I don’t think I can deny it any longer. It’s not just water. It’s not just muscle. 5 pounds means that at least some of what I’ve put on is fat, pure and simple. I thought I was snacking within a calorie count that I could balance with exercise. I was wrong.
It’s funny how the things that have worked for me – reading my reminders each day, self-talk, eating slowly, sitting down, etc. – become so easily abandoned. It’s funny how fast I start to believe that I need food for comfort, for enjoyment, to fight boredom.