I’m souped up. (Wouldn’t you know it, a food adjective!) The joy of accomplishment is splendid. I can hardly stand the sweet taste of success. Eureka! That’s it. I have to get the sweet taste of chocolate out of my mouth, so the sweeter taste of success can come in! I like that thought.
I weighed a disgusting 255 this morning. Since I feel like I’m in the jaws of hell, I wish they’d chew me up for a while and keep the devilish, ugly fat me and spew out the beautiful inner core—the real me, the thin, sweet, successful me! I’m going to win this war! The battles have been many, the losses devastating, but victory is just around the corner. I must get to sleep. Because I’m doing my checklist, I can look forward to awaking with hope in my heart. What a change from a few days ago!