Well, I'm not sure what to say. Let's start with a little about myself. A year and a half ago I had lost 40 pounds. I was looking so much better and feeling great. Then I got bronchitis. Anyone who has had this knows how miserable it is. I really thought I was near death. After I got better I never really got back into eating healthy and working out. I kept saying I'll start tomorrow and get back on track. Then I went back to work working 12 hour shifts. Tomorrow never came and the weight slowly came back. Then this last June my father died suddenly and unexepctantly. I turned to food, not my husband and not my family but good ole reliable chocolate. Well I am 7 pounds away from my original 234 pounds. I was all the way down to 189, it was the first time since before I had my first daugther who will be six in April. I hate myself for this. I am sickened by what I have become. Well I am tired of making excuses. I am need to kick myself in the butt and get this done. Sorry this is so long. I just needed to get it off my chest. I had to force myself to sit here and write this. So now I am off. My eliptical is sitting in the corner staring at me. Unfortunately we just moved into an apartment and it is buried by many boxes. My goal for the day will be to put those boxes away and use the elliptical this evening. Now I am off to attack those boxes.
Thanks for listening.
Jen


