Getting towards the end of my shipment

My next autoship of food is due to arrive tomorrow, assuming my UPS man can find the house. Our original UPS man had no problems locating our house, but the very first Nutrisystem box I was to recieve had all sorts of issues with delivery because we had a new delivery guy, aka Mr. Cluless Dumbass. This man was given explicit directions THREE times, and still was unable to find our house, even after I marked it with a bright pink plastic flamingo on the lawn. At 9pm one night I drove up to the UPS office, picked it up myself, and brought it home, lacerating my finger in the process of manhandling the thing into the house. Fortunately, by the time my second shipment arrived, my regular driver was back. I'm hoping he'llbe at the helm again tomorrow.

With autoship, my food arrives automagically every 28 days, bringing me a slection of itmes I have chosen to please my palate and the scale. The problem with the last few days is that I end up having consumed all the stuff I like the most, and end up with the dregs of the shipment. By then the tendency is to have a lunch out, have a dinner out, or have a dessert, all because "it can't hurt". My choices are certainly much better than they have been in the past, so the damage isn't as great, but going over by 1-200 calories will catch up with me eventually. The good news is that with the new shipment comes renewed willpower, and a recommitment to shedding this 102 pounds once and for all. Once my dress size becomes a 16 or so, it'll be MUCH easier to buy clothing off the rack, and the styles will be thing I vastly prefer over the selections for us chunky chicks. Mumuu is not for me!