I'm talking about my own denial.
Denial when I get dressed and things feel tight. Denial that certain areas bulge and puff. Denial that clothes I wore last spring don't feel or look so nice this spring. Definite denial about the rapidly approaching summer season of shorts and swimsuits (even though I'm more of a Bermuda short and Land's End swim mini girl, still). Denial when I ignore my portion size or the number of helpings. Denial about being hungry versus a habit. Denial when I buy and eat the junk. Big denial about the junk. Denial that next week I'll get everything together.
I'm tired of all the denial.
I can't seem to get my diet and exercise routine in sync. A few good days with one and the other stinks or vice versa. I have put off going back to Weight Watchers for months, telling myself all kinds of excuses about the $$ and that I know the program, I can do it on my own.
Like those aren't my thighs rubbing together or anything.
So, yeah, I've been having a few issues with denial. And I don't mean that river in Egypt. Sigh.