BACK ON IT AGAIN ( DUKAN DIET)

Getting on top is easy but staying there is not. I now get it. How did I go from 59kg to 78.5kg??. These past few months, all I've been doing is eating and eating all in the name of celebrating my weight loss. I lost track of my eating and everytime I tried to bounce back, i just couldn't. My taste buds won't allow me. I could literary taste noodles, fried rice or yam in my mouth even when I didn't have those food around. The taste of Coca Cola won't make me breath. And as I gave in to eating all these foods, the weight started pilling up. People I didn't even know started prompting me about it but I felt like I could control it anytime I wanted to. My face has getting bigger (something I hate). The truth was even though I knew the weight was pilling up, even though It was clear that my clothes couldn't fit me anymore, I just couldn't do anything about it. I've lost control....I kept eating anything and kept procrastinating starting a weight loss diet. Now at 78.5kg I feel tired and disappointed in myself....how did I get here. Somehow I got the courage to eat eggs this morning and I had a feeling that it was actually time to lose the weight . This time I'm doing it in my own pace and not people pressuring me to do it. There's difference between I've been there and I'm there. I've been in my 50kg's and I've felt really healthy and sexy but my 70's I'm just going through the motion. I'm eager to know how much I'll lose next week! With love NaNce!

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