You guys are so wonderful. I’m sitting here at work, pulled up 3FC to get a recipe for a friend and see all these wonderful, supportive comments and a genuine outpouring of love and support.
Things have not been good. I kept dieting and exercising and either maintaining or actually gaining weight. It’s depressing. I finally decided not to look at the scales so I haven’t. But then, I tend to slack off the healthy living if I’m not checking my weight so I don’t know what to do. Then I broke my toe…again…and I’ve been hobbling around in a post surgical boot for a week eating pain pills and desperately wishing that I’d never quit smoking. But I did. And I’m still on that wagon even if I’m getting so fat I can’t fit my A between my F and my T.
Thank you for caring about me. Forgive me for being selfish and not communicating as much as I should. I’m struggling and it’s so much easier to just stick my fingers in my ears and sing “la, la, la” day after day after day than it is to get back on track. It’s easier to work like a dog and drag my butt in the door at 6:00 p.m., turn on the TV, prop up my foot, and wait for DH to bring me a slice of pizza or a huge plate full of lasagna and bread so I can whine about how miserable I am.
I’ll be back tomorrow. I promise.