Do you ever ask yourself why you do the things you do when you know it’s the wrong thing to do. When you know you’re not going to like the consequences? But….you do them anyways.
Two weeks ago I decided to start blogging about losing weight because I’m just tired of being heavy…I’m tired of not having energy…and I’m tired of not being able to wear all the cute clothes out there. I was 221 at the time and feeling pretty motivated.
Here’s what has happened during those 2 weeks…my mother has been in the hospital, dh and I have been dealing with some big stuff, I’ve had to say good bye to a couple of kids in my class who I know I’ll never see again, and I’m still waiting to see how my salary will go down due to budget cuts. Oh, and did I mention that dh is wondering if he will be one of the people whose unemployment benefits will be cut off?
And I reacted like I have done in the past…I ate. And I ate and I ate. And here are the consequences….
Yes, the picture is not all that good. To be honest, when I saw the number I didn’t even feel like trying to take a better one. 227. I have never been this heavy. Never. Ever.
What am I doing to myself?