Life happens. Things and circumstance work to block life goals. It would be easy to quit. Two years past reaching my weight loss goals of a 100 pounds–and I keep fighting with a 30 pound regain. Each time I get it off something gets out of whack with my body and all my hard work goes out with a flash.
I’m back with Donna at the gym and that’s good. I swim when I’m at the beach and that’s good. So just the flab is bad.
Now, I’m wearing super tight clothes, because I refuse to buy new fat ones, and working to RE-lose the same 30 pounds. I’ve wanted to write about this before now, but my life just stays in crazy land. A By-product of having another family live in your house with you. Rhythms are hard to establish–that work for writing. Short blurbs on FB have been a challenge as well. — right now I’m writing as we bop down the highway. I decided I had to at least start trying to write this.
My brain is fried. I’m super ticked off about being in this position yet again. I am going to see people who will ser that I’ve gained again. This is embarrassing. i dont want to be seen. What am I going to do? Hide?? NO!!
at least I know if I don’t quit I will win in the end. So off I go to work on losing the same dad-blasted pounds AGAIN.