I had a car accident the other day, and I seriously nearly died. When I got home I immediately went to the fridge. I kept on repeating "all this struggle to loose these last few pounds, does not make me any less dead if I get hit by a car!" So I ate, then ate some more.
My son came home, so of course, I needed to eat some more.
I am alive, and I am happy. I certainly wont be happy if I gain all my weight back. Sooo back the struggle.