I adore eating. I am by no means obsese but could certainly do with losing about 10lbs.
Thing things is every day I promise myself that tomorrow is going to be the day. The next day comes and goes and I don't have the strength to resist.
Half of me feels like saying f**k it and just accept what I look like and enjoy what I eat without analysing it and feeling awful. The other half really wishes I had the willpower to go on a serious diet to shift the extra pounds.
I don't smoke, only have a few drinks a week and hardly ever go out on the piss. I just can't figure out why I feel so bleugh about myself but cant be bothered to do anything about it.
excuse the rant (it's a self motivational thing
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