But I’m not really on it. It was a gradual downfall. It can start as a day when you don’t get going early enough to make your own food for the day. Or you get frustrated and angry and don’t feel like making anything. Or you don’t take the time to go shopping so you can make the food you need for the week. Or.... Or.... Or....

Then you just grab whatever for lunch. Usually stuff you shouldn’t be eating. It’s all downhill from there. And it’s not like you don’t know what you’re doing. You don’t wake up one morning surrounded by potato chip and m&m bags and your face covered in chocolate and chip dust. You know what you’re doing WHILE you’re doing it.
I have about zero willpower. I can’t muster enough energy to say no. My sleep sucks. I do know that poor sleep can keep you from your health goals. Same with stress. That’s my middle name.

Ok. It’s now November 10th. I said I was going to chronicle the whole journey — good and bad — no matter what. I haven’t given up, but I’m not doing anything close to eating right.

I have realized that there’s an emotional aspect to my poor eating habits. For the longest time, I thought it was mostly just (yeah, “just”) sugar addiction and once I got past that, I’d be ok. But it never is. I think I’m just looking for the dopamine hit to feel better. I don’t know what to do now. Guess I’ll keep plugging along until I hit upon the right combination of things that let me walk the right path.