
Let me paint you a picture--It's 2:00 AM. I can't sleep. I am on my third consecutive hour of watching reruns of "The Office". Suddenly, I am downstairs, balls deep in a jar of Skippy Peanut Butter.How in God's good name did this happen....again. Here are the thoughts running through my head right about now:-Good lord you are repulsive-You have no self control-What the hell is wrong with you?-You are so fat.-Do you know how much you're going to have to work out tomorrow to burn this off?-FatfatfatfatfatfatfatfatfatSo all of this was going on only about 7 short months ago before I decided to try and get my shit together. And for the LIFE OF ME...