Hi, I'm back for like the 4th time.
I got down to 176ish while my husband was deployed. He got home in May and I'm back up to 195 (maybe more, I haven't been on the scale in a few days).
I'm sitting here on my couch eating at 130 in the morning even though I'm so full I feel sick and I'm realizing...I'm a freaking beast. I'm disgusting. I had to buy bigger pants again. I hate myself so much right now.
I'm going to throw this plate of food away...I hate wasting but I hate having no self control even more. I need to work harder at losing this weight. My husband has been gaining again too and it's my bad habits rubbing off on him. We need to get ourselves together.
I'm just so disappointed in myself...I don't hate myself. I think I'm beautiful even if I am fairly fat. But I am disappointed in my lack of willpower. Disappointed that I stopped striving for me goal. And disappointed that all the cute clothes I bought in the 170s don't fit me anymore.
Time to get back on track I suppose. Swapping the snacks out for a water bottle and hopping back on track. Feeling sorry for myself is just going to lead to emotional eating.
I can probably do this, right?


