I fell off the wagon

And, man, I did it in a big way. I'm so disappointed with myself. I knew it had to happen at some point, it always does with me. But, gees, it sucks. Stress and PMS climbed onto my shoulders and weighed me down.

For those of you unfamiliar - in July, I finally went to the doctor about the pain in my right heel. I thought I had stepped on a Hot Wheels and bruised my foot and wasn't terribly concerned until it was still hurting six weeks later. X-rays revealed I had bone spurs in both feet. The doctor was shocked and amazed that my left food didn't hurt equally bad. I thank God that I have one painfree foot. The doctor sat me down, handed me several information pieces and told me point blank that I was killing myself with every soda and piece of junk I ate. Lose weight and start doing it now. The pain is only going to get worse as you lug around that weight AND I was only increasing my risk for other health problems. So, 55 pounds need to be shed.

I don't like diets and I don't have healthy eating habits. I never have. So, I decided to make lifestyle changes that would help me lose the weight and start on the road to healthier living. I changed from 2 percent milk to 1 percent milk. I went to the natural foods store for some nutty granola to snack on in between meals to stave off the desire to snack. I started drinking more water and cutting my meal portions. I stopped snacking after my evening meal and I stopped drinking Dr Peppers (no small feat for me).

That is ... until last night.

I broke down and violated pretty much every change that I've made. I ate some chicken fingers at 9:20 p.m. and I didn't have just one Dr Pepper. No no no. I didn't have just two Dr Peppers. I had THREE Dr Peppers. That is 450 calories - more than a quarter of my day's alloted calories - just in one fell swoop.

But, I woke up severely punished with a stomach ache and headache. Just like a drunk after a night of binging - I will never do that again, I swear. But, I say to you gentle readers, I've renewed my vow to not binge drink - even if it is Dr Pepper - and hop back on the wagon.

Only 50 pounds to go. My motivation isn't just my foot or my health, but also a strong desire not to hear any more jokes about my fat butt from my two sons. I have no idea where they get their sadistic sense of humor.