Day 1 Time Spreads Out In Front Of Me

Monday morning...bitter cold, again. The almond coffee is freshly brewed and filling the kitchen with an inviting aroma as I step on to the scale...I use the scale in the kitchen because the floor is not carpeted and it seems appropriate somehow, to take the scale to the source of the problem. I step on. I step off. I am not surprised. It is not as if I have awakened from some dream. Every item of food that I placed into my mouth, got there when I was wide awake. It is not as if there were a chip fairy hiding somewhere in my pantry and the fairy managed to sneak chips into my mouth while I slept. I did the damage. I shall do the repair work. Unfortunately, the repair work always takes longer. Note...no sugar before noon helps me. Sugar first thing in the day seems to trigger a relapse before I have even gotten started..."America runs on Dunkin?"...not this chick...but then I don't run...