I feeling weird about this whole thing. My health is at a low and, frankly, so is my moral. I've been down similar roads but since the birth of my sweet kid--2 years ago--I have used every possible excuse for not losing any weight. But . . . I ache. My heart pounds and every bite of food leaves me guilt-ridden and anxious. I am a grump and am constant joint agony. I have the outward support here, at home, but, truthfully, my family knows my history. They aren't prepared for the meltdowns and complaints I know are inevitable. My friends are, for the most part, either in great shape or in denial. So, if anybody out there is scared and tired, then drop me a line. I'd L-O-V-E to have a friend going about the same journey, someone to keep a check on and vice versa.
thanks,
potnsoil
