Then life happened. Several things changed including a horrible, mean roommate, two divorces in the family, my own marriage becoming strained, etc, etc. Well I started eating. And eating. And eating. I'm talking whole cakes, constant snacking, a midnight "dinner." I knew I was getting big again. I kept making plans to start again, but never did. it was always tomorrow or Monday or the first of the month. I avoided the scale because I just didn't want to know.
Until tonight. I finally stepped on the scale and it said 260 pounds. I couldn't believe it, I can't even describe how I feel right now.
I'm embarrassed and ashamed of how I look. I don't like to go anywhere. I don't have clothes that fit, but I don't want to buy ones at my size. I feel like all that work I did was for nothing. *sigh*
I'm just... devastated. How could I let myself do this?




to you. You have done it before, and you definitely can (and will!) do it again.
You know what to do and you can do it. I know you can!