After catching oneself on the downward slide leading to the re-entrenchment of weight on my body after 9 years of fighting it off I feel as though I am sticking out my foot to scrape the street to slow myself down. I have my foot out, the smoke is rising from my shoe, will I slow down?
I feel control coming, but oh, shit, a slippery spot and I am speeding up again. Come on bear down, make more smoke, push harder.
You have to stop or you will die.
Weightloss. it is intense sometimes. Protecting your success is intense all the time.
