I should have known better than to pit my pride against my sugar addiction. I only made it five days. When I finally told Ortego that I was giving up and would try again once I could join a gym (which IS happening as soon as money gets sorted out, which IS happening), he laughed at me. I’m glad he laughed, and didn’t say “I knew it” or something similar.
So now I’m condemned to being a floppy slob until I can join a gym (which IS happening soon). I’m sick and tired of my belly hanging out over the waistband of my once-properly-fitted jeans. I’m almost tired enough of it to give up cokes. Almost. Not quite.