I checked the scale today. Up to 234.0. Good grief. That's up 8 lbs from Friday. One of these days I'm going to figure out how to separate my eating from stress and depression. I hope it's sooner rather than later.
I guess the only way to completely fail at this is to completely give up. Throw in the towel. Admit defeat....and quit.
But I'm not planning on quitting. I might be de-railed right now, but it's not going to last forever. You know what the great thing is about Rock Bottom? That's right....there's nowhere left to go but up.
I'll definitely be back by Friday to post my weigh-in, but I'm hoping to be back sooner. I really need a lifeline to hold onto right now and I want that to be my blog. Trying to get back in the groove. I'm afraid the struggle is back to one hour at a time right now. I hate going backwards like this, but at least I'm not quitting. I'm proud of the weight I've lost so far, and it's just enough to let me know that I don't want to go backwards. I want to keep fighting....scratching, clawing...whatever I have to do to get things back on the upswing.
If you're a praying person, please send one up for me. There is power in prayer. That, I am sure of. 'Nite friends.
3 months ago