Yesterday I just decided that I didn't care about losing weight anymore. I
was am tired of it all.
I'm tired of feeling yucky.
I'm feeling so guilty for not working out.
I have overeaten a few times this past week and known it.
I'm stressing a little, though I try and tell myself I'm not.
I'm tired of feeling addicted to food.
I'm glad for how far I've come, but I know I have so much more to do and I'm feeling like it's never going to happen.
There I said it.
I know that once my head, nose and throat clear up I will feel better. I'll probably even look back on this post and laugh a little, but today I'm not laughing.
My silver lining around this cloud of bummer is that a good friend of mine talked with me over an hour yesterday about these very feelings and was so encouraging. Then this morning my mom called out of the blue just to chat for a bit and that was a godsend. Oh, and last night my kids told me that I look skinnier, and a friend of mine asked last week if I was losing weight. She said she could tell I have a nice figure (yea...under there somewhere...[grin]). They're so kind.
I know that I will feel better soon, and I know I need to take care of myself first or nothing else will get done.
I'm not quitting and I will not let my weight go back up. I'm only warning you that I'm not planning on any great losses showing up this week.