Making a Comeback

It happened again.

I was on plan, staying on the right track: eating right, not drinking  pop, and even going to the gym regularly.

Then boom. It hit me like a ton of bricks. Its almost like there was a fork in the road. And instead of picking the journey to skinny, I picked my current state of fatness,  almost as if Willy Wonka himself  was enticing me with access to his chocolate factory.

Ahh, yes. Now, I'm drinking pop, not going to the gym, and definitely not eating right. Its like this overwhelming mood of "not caring" overcomes me. I just don't quite know how to shake it. I want SO badly to get back on my journey to skinny, and once again care...

I just don't think I quite know how to do that...