Self-Sabotage Week
Can't stop eating. It's the TOTM, but really this is silly.
I keep thinking I have 7 months and 2 weeks until the wedding and I CAN lose another 3 stone before then. But then my hand reaches out for another packet of french fries. WHY OH WHY.
Well, I'm gonna let go for today I think. I feel like crap. My grandma and great grandad saw each other for the first time yesterday in ages. It was his 89th birthday yesterday and he's in a home for people with dementia (he has alzheimers). Apparently when she walked in the room he welcomed her with open arms and they both cried for about 15 minutes. He told her he'd been looking for her everywhere.
So of course, I've spent the afternoon balling my eyes out and feeling like my heart is breaking for my grandma who's having to grieve a man who's still alive. 
Gonna enjoy my dopiaza tonight, then pick myself up of this floor of self-pity and self-sabotage tomorrow and GET MY ASS IN GEAR. For my great-grandparents.