This is how it happens.
First it's one "bad" day.
Then there's a new stressful challenge that appears.
The next day you wake up feeling less than exuberant so you kind of just go through the motions.
On day 4 you wake up and find that you have fallen behind on your work load.
You start getting uncomfortable with the log jam that seems to be creating on your desk.
In the meant time , your food protocols get sloppy.
You find yourself having a cookie or a dessert that you really didn't need.
The cookie or dessert becomes an extra snack and some extra carbs at dinner.
Now life is really getting out of control and time is at a premium.
Dinner? No time to shop....I'll just grab something at a diner or maybe a pizza place or some Chinese.
Everything is rushing towards Christmas day.
The whole world seems to be pointed in one direction and you are caught up in the tsunami that is carrying everyone and everything around you. 
A funeral and then another and then another. Time and good habits are slipping , no, running away.
Normal clothing is passed up for sweats They're more comfortable.At least that's what you tell yourself. The truth is, your clothes are getting a bit snug.
Still, just a few more days and this will be over. Things will calm down and life can get back to normal.
Then it's here.
Christmas morning.
Everything comes to a screeching halt.
No more running around.
No more shopping to do. No more preparation for the family gathering. 
all that is left is the reality of just how out of control you have gotten in such a short period of time. 
Years of hard work have been pushed aside and you find yourself standing on a scale staring at a number that you absolutely can not believe possible.
You stand in front of your closet and try to find an outfit that will look good.
You try on one pair of jeans that doesn't fit. Then another and then another. Before you know it you have a pile of clothes on the floor up to your knees, a testament to just how far you have fallen.
Despair sets in.
You feel defeated and disgusted.
It's time to choose. 
Continue to loathe yourself or choose to love yourself. Loathing is easier. You can just wallow away in self pity and continue down the same path right into the New Year. 
Loving yourself is harder.
Loving yourself means forgiving yourself and letting go. Then and only then can you start back on the road to recovery.
So here we are. 
The party is over. 
Time to pay up.
No looking back.
No feeling bad or feeling guilty.
Just pick yourself up and get your act together.
Again.