oh yeah, and dinner was a whole can of pork and beans with two hot dogs cut up into it.
i had to add that in before i intentionally left it out. because i lie to myself, i lie to others... i act like i can't understand why i am not losing weight since i've been such a good girl. its all a LIE. a farce. once my husband leaves the house, i wander around looking for food to feed my face. yeah, i sometimes remember to pull out my exercise videos (sometimes), but that ain't gonna be worth a dime if i don't do something about my eating.i am a train wreck! i need help! i also need to learn how to cook. for one person (my husband works at night). and only one. not an army. i need to learn how to not keep stuffing my face. but i never, ever, ever feel full.
sigh. how can you want something soooooooo bad you can taste it, yet manage to sabatoge yourself every single minute of every single day?????

i want to cry. i feel like i can't do this. i feel like such a slob. i have such desire, but no ambition. i didn't think that was possible, but there it is.
but its like that with everything in my life. i desire lots of things, but when push comes to shove, i have no ambition. i mean, my room for goodness sake. its a MESS. horrific. i can't stand looking at it. it makes me miserable. stuff that needs to be dragged up to the attic, shoes out everywhere, overflowing hamper, bed needs to be made, floor needs to be vacuumed... its so not like me. its disgusting. and everyday i say i am going to get in there and clean it. but i never do. and then i whine and gripe about it some more... and so on and so forth. i really, truly desire to clean it.. but my ambition is non existant. my whole life is like this lately.
i need to make a change starting somewhere. but when i sit to think about what i need to do, i get overwhelmed and i give up again. blah. why does life have to be so hard sometimes???
bleah. sorry to be such a downer.
susan

My house is like that too. It got out of control and now its overpowering me. I cant do it alone. Hubby works all the time and is too tired when he comes home to help. He shouldnt have to...its my responsibility.
I think I will need to come back and read this post the next time I am feeling the discouraged.
I hope your doc can help you out... maybe you will find meds that help you.