Wow.. I’ve been off the “meat wagon” since February 21st, which was my birthday. Eating carbohydrates really, pardon my language here, fuck with my mind and body. I’m sitting here depressed beyond belief. I would imagine this is related, at least in part, to a feeling of failure. The last time I engaged in eating of carbs, I spent 3 weeks in a downward spiral and felt similarly mentally. I’ve no idea why I allow(ed) this to happen. Of course, the birthday excuse is the original reason behind the derailment, because YOU GOTTA HAVE CAKE on your birthday.
After allowing yourself that “one thing”, the slippery slope just gets more and more slick. In a short time, it’s difficult to regain control.
Anyway, recovery mode is now engaged.
After allowing yourself that “one thing”, the slippery slope just gets more and more slick. In a short time, it’s difficult to regain control.
Anyway, recovery mode is now engaged.
