So I could list any number of reasons why, but the fact remains that yesterday I fell off the diet wagon, tumbled down a cliff and plunged into a deep crevice. This morning finds me pulling myself back up and out, feeling snowflake-fragile and with a sickening food hangover. I know that self-loathing is lurking in the shadows just out of sight, and that the instant I turn my back it will pounce and whip me bloody.
Today’s page in my inspirational flipboard (see my post You must be your own best diet buddy) is
‘Stop all and any behaviours that hurt you’
which today I will remind myself means not only refraining from eating and drinking things that will make me feel rubbish, but also refraining from whipping myself bloody with self-loathing.