Back to my old self

This weekend, my old eating habits showed their ugly face again. For awhile, food lost its power and hold on me. I no longer turned to it for comfort or for celebration, but this weekend i so easily slipped back into giving it that hold on me. I ate. Friends, at times, encouraged me to eat because of my crappy wekend. I promised myself that i was going to do better today. I broke that promise. As i slipped on my new skinny pants this morning, i knew that i was going to stick to my promise, but after work as i took them off, i ate. And ate. And ate and then went out to eat at a buffet of all places. Tomorrow is a new day. I believe that (as long as i don't say that every day for a month.) I might gain a few when i weigh in this week, but i need to get back on and stop looking at the past and focus on the future. Never give up, especially when i have come so far. Tomorrow is going to be a constant prayer for strength, so i can get back to my new eating habits. . . when i turned to healthy things for comfort and celebration.