Soooooooooooooooo…it’s been a while. Quite frankly, I’ve been too embarrassed to post. I was down 70lbs at on point. I have half-assed my way back to gaining 50 of those pounds and I’m embarrassed about that.
Being fat is delicious and easy…until it gets hard.
It’s all good until you come up against…a chair with arms.
That pizza is delicious…until none of your close fit.
The buffet is fantastic…until you notice people watching you make your plate. Are they judging me?
My joints ache. My feet, ankles and knees have started to swell again. I’m retaining water and I waddle when I walk.
We had a long talk with my coach this week because I am feeling very discouraged.
I’m back on track; I think. Some people do well with meal prep and planning ahead. I do better with focusing on one day at a time so that’s what I’m doing. It’s treat season so its going to be hard. Every time I’m tempted, I look at my goals and ask myself “How bad do you want it?”. So far, so good.