Fuck I hate being fat. Today it hit home as I pulled on my stretchy pants for work cause I couldn't stand to have my jeans dig into my stomach again. Time to face facts that I need to buy a bigger size, something I swore would never happen again. Last August I managed to get down to 162 lbs. Mind you I was on a stress leave from work and exercising like a mofo. So many things are swirling around in my head lately. My son, who is amazing, but I fear suffering from my marital breakdown. He's angry a lot and eating lots of crap, he's behind in school. I feel like I'm failing in all aspects of life. My anxiety gets really bad when I think of too many things at once, so I've made a to-do list today and will try to get things done in chunks so to speak. I have a one hour massage later and chiro, hopefully my back will feel some sort of reliefe. Also, my scale showed it's highest number in a long ass time last week. This morning it said 176. Yup, it's going down but still not enough.
I plan to walk on my lunch break as I may not have time later.
If you stumbled upon this blog somehow lol, it's not going to be all rainbows and glitter. Just another fat girl documenting her crazy life and struggle to lose weight. That's all.