... I never thought that was me. It turns out... I was wrong.
Today, I was tagged in a Facebook photo from a wedding my man and I went to last month. He looks slim, attractive and the way he did when we met, more or less. I, on the other hand, have gained 40 lbs.
In a sad turn of events, I also stumbled across a "mini-goal" photo from when I was last on a roll with my weight and with 3FC.

The difference ain't good. And what's worse, I feel this intense self-hatred for ravaging my body with NEW irreversible red stretch marks, which... even though I'd always struggled with my weight, I'd never had on my stomach before. Until now. Now, it's like someone tried to unsuccessfully rake up my gut.
I knew I'd gained a lot of weight, but this has kind of put things into perspective. I'm not sure when my "ah-hah" moment is going to occur and make me start getting to work. I'll take a grueling spin class, then eat a footlong sub. I'll get a yogurt parfait for breakfast and eat a greasy hashbrown as an appetizer. I'll buy a donut when my boyfriend isn't looking and eat it in secret. For every good choice, there's a bad one, for every right, I make a wrong. And I can't seem to get it back together.
Help, ladies. How do you all get back on the wagon in a more dedicated fashion when you've been off it for years, and start to feel the hopelessness creeping in?



