Fessing Up

So this past week, I've done very bad.  I haven't done a thing to loose weight and I've done everything to gain.  I've ate fast food several days in a row, and yesterday ate it twice.  I go there telling myself all the way how horrible it is for me, but I can't stop myself.

So I told Nick.  And I cried. And he was supportive.  He told me he didn't know what to do to help me but he loved me very much and wanted a long life with me and didn't want that cut short.  And then a few minutes later said that if I get down to 182 (which is not my goal but 30 pounds)  he will buy me a pug.  That's right, he'll get me a dog.

So, I printed out this a few pug pictures, one on the fridge and one for the dashboard of my car, so I can remember how much I'd rather have a dog than eat junk.

Sad that my own health and being thin are not good enough inspirations.  I just have  hard time looking in the mirror and picturing it and when I hit a roadblock it's so discouraging.

What do you guys do?

On that note, I leave you with Mr. Wiggles: