The vintage potholder above, which I found at a thrift store, says it all.
I am not even sure why I am admitting it here, publicly. Just crazy, I guess.
But, there you have it. I won't go into any of the sordid details. Let's suffice it to say that I have been bad, and that ain't good.
I mean, I didn't just fall off the weight-loss-wagon. It's more like I was bumped off the wagon as it traveled down a rutty road, and then I rolled all the way down the dirt bank into a ravine and didn't stop until I hit bottom in a rocky dry creek bed. Get the idea?
I found the vintage Borg scale below at a thrift store too. I didn't need a scale - I just like vintage ones. I don't like getting on them, though.
The little fuzzy pink doll scale sitting there on top of it shows my dream weight: 110. As in - only in my dreams is that likely to be attainable.
Maybe if I had a scale with mean words on it like that green scale by Counselor in the vintage ad above, it would help.
But I don't really think so.
I just need to try again. That's all I can do at this point.
It's not exactly as though I am lacking in my choice of recipes and cookbooks for reference, as you can see:
So - like I said, all I can do is try, try again - and hope that maybe - some day - I will actually get it right.
So - okay, Heidi ( a little pep talk to self, here) - get busy, get moving, get cooking, - and get with the program!!