Diet Drama: Rock Bottom Moments

I've slid. I've slid FAR.

So much so that I'm having rock-bottom moments slap me in the face repeatedly. They've been creeping up for some time, but somehow I've ignored them. I've been gleefully stuffing my face, despite horrible warning signs that I'm out of control. Here's a few from the last couple months.

1. No Leftovers.
After many a holiday/birthday/family gathering, no one is offering me food or sweets to take home with me. Hint taken (but mildly ignored)

2. New Fat Pants
What's worse than having to break out the fat pants? Having to buy new ones. It hurt my pride, it hurt my wallet, it hurt my wardrobe to have yet another pair of leggings folded among perfectly fine "normal pants"

3. Spotted: Someone Who Looks Like Me in Pictures
Just saw some pictures of a recent event I went to. There's a girl in a fat suit who looks an awful lot like me. Wait, is she wearing my new fat pants?

4. Not Enjoying Food
I caught myself chowing down on old Valentine candy last night. It was only still around because I didn't like it enough to eat it 2 weeks ago. Yet, there I was, taking the last bites of a tasteless marshmallow heart.

5. I Knock Things Down
I keep walking by things, and they fall. Why? Because I'm not used to having extra inches in the back, or in the front. I'm not totally sure how to wield this new shape.

I think all signs point to the pound party being over. I'll be back here much more often in an attempt to take responsibility for my eating. I'll still be posting reviews about food, workouts, and other nonsense, but starting now, I'm using this as my platform of personal accountability. Hopefully you'll take the ride with me. Lots of drama ahead.