I guess you can see by the previous date that I gave up somewhere along the way. I think it started with the stupid camping trip and got worse from there. While packing for said camping trip, I packed my measuring tools. They were unpacked for me by my husband. When asked about it, he said, “You don’t need those for 4 days.” Apparently, I did. It was a downward spiral for me ever since. My friend stopped going to meetings, so therefore, I stopped going to meetings. All this is NOT the cause of my demise. I alone am responsible for what goes into my mouth. I am the one who didn’t have a plan for food daily, let alone a plan B of what to do if plan A falls through.
What has driven me to fail? Myself, laziness, not caring about what happens to me.
I have to get myself out of this rut. Pray for me.