I really can't live like this anymore.
I haven't been here in a while, but that's because March has been SUCH A STRESSFUL month. We're closing escrow on our very first home on the 31st and we had tons of paperwork to wade through, finances to arrange, a moronic loan officer and an idiot agent. Some people shouldn't be in business AT ALL.
In addition, I had to make up my grades in my Microbiology class and had presentations to make and reports to prepare. School has been killing me, too.
So between school, paperwork and the assorted stress, my weight loss plans have fallen by the wayside. I'm now 162 lbs and have been stuck there since the past two weeks. Exercise happens as regularly as I manage it, but the weight has just stagnated. Someone told me that stress causes the body to hang on to the fat, so if that's the case, I'm hanging on to mine for dear life. I hadn't looked at myself in a full size mirror in a while now and I did today - it was a shock. I was heartbroken, to say the least. I looked much older than my 33 years and my face looked haggard. My hair hung limply down my back and my body looked like a couple of trucks had run over it. It's SO HARD to look at myself. If I can find myself so freaking ugly, how must my husband be finding me?
To give him credit - he hasn't said a word AT ALL. Maybe he's thinking it though and this bothers me.
I can't live like this anymore. Is there any light at the end of this obese, ugly tunnel?