Dear Self,
You are not going to engage in stress-eating. You are not going to fatigue make you rummage through your son’s snack drawer in search of something with sugar. You are not going to eat that last donut left in the package of snack cakes he bought at the store yesterday.
You are going to bite your tongue if you have to. You are going to sit on your hands if you must. You ARE going to lose a pound this weekend, even if that means running up and down the stairs like a madwoman until you’re too tired to even think about eating.
Got it?
Best wishes,
Your Self