Sometimes I want to give up. Not very often, but I do. I want to eat three cheeseburgers, cheese fries, and Brownies. I want to give up calorie counting, and just eat anything.
Those times are very rare, but when they happen, they are strong. Then....times like tonight happen. One of my supervisors told me how great I look. She said that she could especially tell in my face. She said I look so much happier, and that I have a very pretty face. It felt awesome to hear that.
So, when the big jaws of food envy come closing down on me, I pry them open with remembering moments like that one. I can lose the weight. I've lost 1/3 of what I want to lose. I'm so close. I can do it.
"Plaudite, amici, comedia finita est."