So this week I hit a wall. The scale had not budged since Thanksgiving and although I was doing well in terms of diet and exercise, things were not as good life wise. This week was the anniversary of my father's death, along with some other real life dramas - and some incredibly crappy weather, I have just been feeling very sorry for myself.
Last night I really got the eff its. I was totally on the pity pot. Why can't I have a brownie like other people? Why do I have to sit here and count how many fracking reduced fat wheat thins I can eat?
Today I stepped on the scale and it moved! 269 - bringing me down 75 pounds! I still have a long way to go, but it felt good!
