AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!

/\   That’s how I feel right now  /\

I am so fed up with my weight, with never getting anywhere, with feeling so goddamn tired all the time.  For feeling guilty for not fitting in more exercise while at the same time knowing that if I squeeze it into my remnants of free time I’m going to go crazy.  I’m fed up with craving food and being guilty as soon as any of it passes my lips even if it’s a planned and scheduled meal.  I hate this little voice that says “What’s the point - you’re never going to make goal anyway”.   And I HATE losing resolve and motivation so quickly.  It’s doing my head in!

If … WHEN I get to the end of this journey I will be GLAD.  I am NOT enjoying it, though I shall persevere.  ARGH!

Sorry, rant over…