I'm lagging. I'm falling into the old seasonal shift I hate my life and want to feed trap. So...this is a bit [lot] rambling...
Next month, I'm turning 25. Every year, I say "This is the last year I'll be overweight." I said it last year, too, before I turned 24. I lost 30 pounds, got pregnant, gained 25 of it back (mostly baby), had the baby, lost what I'd gained + 20 pounds.
Why aren't I happy?
I'm five measley pounds away from ONEderland...that's why. I'm both terrified of and desperate to reach 199. 199 will meant 56 pounds gone.
Realistically, I know I should count my successes and not my failures. Yes, I'm still 45 pounds above my goal weight. But, I've lost 50 pounds.
Ah yes. 50 pounds. If I look like a heifer now, what did I look like 50 pounds ago? That's not a productive tangent...sorry, guys...
Another New Year and another birthday significantly overweight. This is depressing and demoralizing.
(Note: I have SAD and there's next to no sun + 8 inches of snow on my lawn. The weather is not helping my outlook.)

