It's all poison. Yet I succumb once (or twice) a week - kids/wife clamoring, inpatient, unwilling to follow Dad's healthy intentions. Their apathy toward my goals hurts.
I wake up the next day sick - extra long ride, eat like a bird for two days just to rid the crap outta my system. It's horrible food and I always regret it.
Yet I still do it. I'm bombarded by it daily, begged for it by the family, tempted by it for the sake of not cooking a meal that day cause it's late.
I know it's my fault but it's a hurdle I can not seem to clear. I need inspiration.
How do you cope?