Dear Mojo,
Welcome back buddy. I don’t know where you’ve been; I’m just very happy you’ve returned. I’ve been mostly successful during the days but totally failing at night without you.
I won’t go into a long, unnecessary confessional of insane eating. I’ll just repeat that I’m glad you’ve returned and thank you for getting me through a night without stalking the kitchen.
Let’s do it again tonight, shall we?
Sincerely,
Me
PS - Maybe the secret of getting the Mojo to come back is making a good choice on my own. Yesterday, at the doc’s office, ((which ALWAYS affects my mood negatively)) I was reflecting on the past month leading up to a totally out of control week of eating and thought, “Well, may as well order & indulge a pizza before I get back to eating on plan”.
I guess that stupid thinking was like a bat signal for Mojo because it came back & said, “uh, how about RIGHT NOW? Go home, make a good meal, and move on with your day.”
The Sacrificial Pizza? Or Melissa posting an inspiration I’d shared in the past but obviously forgotten. Either way - yesterday was a good day. Here’s to another and another for all of us.
Sending a little toast to all of my friends here too, okay?
