i am a pro at self sabotage. For me its not about the food, but the lack of movement. I cannot seem to find that happy place that makes me want to dance and walk miles and lift weights, like i did just two years ago. Trying to find movitvation is almost like forcing motivation. Sadly the bed wins more often than anything else. except when my honey gets home and then i pretend i have been at least partially active all day. Getting married in two years should be a motivator, but so far only the procrastinator in me is showing up except for a few times. Trying to stay positive.