So after several weeks of planning and all day shopping today (and spending an exorbitant amount of money), tomorrow I'm starting my new "diet". I hate the word diet, but honestly I can't think of a better word for it.
I have tomorrow night's dinner marinating and have my lunch packed up for tomorrow and every morsel I intend to eat is already tracked in my Weight Watchers' tracker.
I have been so looking forward to this and now I find myself feeling a bit indifferent. Probably from the stress of the day. Probably a little also from nerves and the question of "will I fail yet again?" running through my head.
I don't think I have a choice but to succeed this time...