I confess that I still think about an ice cold Diet Coke. Every. Single. Day.
I confess that if I am out making a decision about what is best for me to eat, I still order WAY too much.
I confess that for ELEVEN days, my scale did not move and it terrified me.
I confess that I can't wait for the day that shaving my legs and "stuff" doesn't require two hours and an oxygen tank!
I confess that tonight at dinner, I snuck a noodle - Oh the HORROR!
Can I keep going?
I confess that I can't wait to read more and more and more confessions from others!