That thought occured to me last night as I was researching and putting together my weightloss plan.
"I'm done". I don't want to be like this anymore. I miss who I was 2 years ago, I miss all my beautiful clothes, still in my closet, that I couldn't put on with a crowbar now. I miss being outdoors, not being afraid to go swimming or to wear a tank top. I miss feeling beautiful and healthy.
You know, I also miss being able to make friends. I never knew how much people are image driven until I gained all this weight and had to deal with the stares, and the comments, and the total back-offedness of new people.
No, I'm not doing this for them. This is for me, my husband who still thinks I'm a babe and my children who will never have to deal with this problem (weight) on my watch.
I am done. I am changing everything. The way my whole family eats, how we excersize (or lack thereof) and how I look at food. I will see myself in a summer dress, taking a walk with my family this summer. Because I am done.
Anyone else, done?