Damn food

Food has a strange power over me. I've always had a little bit of a weight problem. Minor in the grand scheme of things, but annoying and sometimes depressing. Nearly 10 years ago I lost 30 pounds on Weight Watchers ... but have gained almost 20 of it back. Better than gaining all 30 back, but not good just the same.

I've been back to WW a few times since and lost, then regained again. But I'm back at it again, with the goal of losing about 15 pounds. It's been a week and a half, and I can honestly say that I've stuck to the plan only about half that time.

Today was particularly challenging. Why is the mystery. It wasn't a particularly stressful day, so my need to eat everything in sight makes no logical sense.

So I sit here feeling defeated and plump. I tend to approach most things in life with a strong sense of logic, but for some reason, food falls outside of that space most of the time. Can any of you relate?