What do these numbers mean to me? They mean that I am losing my battle. That I am giving up on myself, and, in some ways, my family. They mean that I cry when I look at what I've become. My clothes are chronically uncomfortable. 287 is what I weighed on January 18, 2012. I know this is my Goliath and I need to do a better job of fighting it, but that doesn't make it easier. Last time I lost all the weight I know I did not do it the right way. Exercising was a good thing to add and also I did eat a lot better....when I ate. The problem was I didn't do very much of that. I starved myself. A lot. That, I think, in large part is a big reason why I never reached my "goal weight" and also that I am back here again. Although I don't weigh 354 like I did I am fast on my way back there. Not anymore. This time I'm doing things right. NO skipping meals and NO starving.
What do you say to that 287?
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