Danger Zone

Fighting the fight is hard enough without putting myself in the danger zone, yet I seem to do that daily.  What's the danger zone, you ask?  It's when my resolve to stick with this plan is at its rock bottom lowest level it can possibly be.  For me, this time is usually when I'm tired.  Now, I have a 10 week old, so I'm always tired, but I'm talking about that time when you are bone achingly, can't concentrate on words people are saying, cry over nothing tired.  Thanks to a power outage 2 nights ago, Brian and I spent most of the night awake and checking the kids to ensure they didn't become kid-sicles through the night, so I'm TIRED and not feeling the will to fight.  Let's add to that that my dear sister-in-law asked me to help her out by making some cookies for a shower she is throwing.  I love to make cookies.  I love to EAT cookies.  I do not like to make cookies and not get to sample the dough...  But, nonetheless, I did it for her.  She better appreciate me!  Here's the problem, those dumb cookies are still in my house...and I want one, or two, or three, or 12.  I was doing rather well at the beginning of the week, but now I'm tired and I'm sick of drinking so much water and I just want a cookie when I want a cookie!

This is the battle and unfortunately it's not a small one for me.  But I will fight on.