Whelp. I fell off my diet wagon... more like, I crashed the wagon into the side of Fat Gram mountain beside Milkshake Falls, north of WHY CAN'T I STOP STUFFING MY FACE?!-ville. It's really disheartening.

I don't eat a lot of junk food and I do pay attention to what I'm eating and how I'm eating it and I make a conscious effort with everything to go the healthier route, but even so, I've nearly put back on all the weight I lost a year and half ago. I'm seriously pissed at myself for it and I feel awful.

I need to get myself back on track. Seriously.
I don't want to look and feel like I do anymore.
I just don't have the time to really workout and now with classes starting again tomorrow, I'm going to have even less time then I already didn't have for it...

I guess I'm going to have to go back to my super water only, crazy strict with my food dieting again. And workout when I can. Possibly even go vegetarian for a while again. I don't like being like that, because it gives me a headache and stresses me out, but I guess I don't have a choice anymore - I refuse to put on that last bit of my old weight and I really just want to get down to a healthy number. I need to.

But still.
Damnit.