It's not getting any easier

Grrr Emilie brought me burger ville for lunch today. That means it's only the second day into the week, and I can't have fast food for the rest of it. I guess this is a reminder that every week is going to be different and that just because the previous week was easy doesn't mean this one will be. But really, in any weight loss program the second week is always harder, at least it is for me. This is the point at which I usually fall off the band wagon. Not this time though, as tough as it may get, I owe this to myself. I'm going to stick with it. I have too. I'm in a race with myself and I'm determined to beat that "other side." I can honestly say my life depends on it. It's really not my goal in life to die at 45 with a heart attack and type II diatebes. Perhaps a little over exagerated, but heart disease runs in the family, and so does high cholesterol. My grandfather died last year with heart disease, type II, and advanced emphysema. My mother also had a small heart attack in her mid forties. I do not want to that to be my fate.