We got back together...

I know, I know. I know exactly what you are going to say. He's not good for you... He will just hurt you in the end (the rear end)... I should be strong enough to just walk away. But, I'm not.

I am a diet blog failure. Ben, Jerry and I have met up a couple times since the initial breakup. But, it's even worse than that. I am also seeing Taco Bell and have a little affair going with Perkins leftover Pumpkin Cream Pie. Really... I am juggling that many. I have whored myself around the entire junk food aisle, spent time with a bacon cheeseburger or two, entertained a million french fries, don't get me started on my one night stand with movie theater popcorn (plus butter) and I single handedly made love to an entire cru d ete platter on Saturday (and yes, while they are veggies, it still doesn't count when they are skinny dipping in enough ranch to cover the Titanic).

I told myself that I would come back to my senses and get back on the wagon, but you know what? I haven't yet. Today was going to be my day. The treadmill is working again, the shoulder injury only hurts at night, I am not taking pills to sleep anymore, and Monday is a perfect day to start. But, then I had chicken teriyaki meatballs for breakfast (and let's just interject that it took me longer to Google the word and spell it correctly on this post than it did to actually eat the entire plateful) and I am eyeing another roll around with the Pumpkin Cream pie.

I know, though. I hear what you're saying even before you say it. I know that I have no business doing these dirty deeds, but I can't get my mindset back in diet mode. Help! I am self destructing and it's chocolate flavored (and pumpkin.... and salty.... and ketchupy...)