I had a stupid good weight loss week this week. I cut out all the items that had been sneaking into my diet this summer and ended up losing. I've also been slowly reintroducing running on the track back into my workout schedule. I did 60 minutes of varying intervals today, and I really enjoyed it. Of course, this only supports the idea that I actually do know how to take care of myself... I had just been slacking off.
Damn it. Don't you hate when you have no one to blame for your issues but yourself?