I am about 4 pounds away from my highest weight.
The highest weight, which I was a few years ago when I was like, it's time to stop. I need to lose weight. A few years of hard work gone. Not only that, but I'm almost 20 pounds heavier than I was in February, just a few months back.
Disappointment, anger, frustration, regret and disgust are some of the emotions I've been dealing with the past few days. I'm so mad at myself for letting me get to this point. It didn't need to be this bad. I could've been more organized - gave myself time to cook, plan out times to exercise, on busy days at least fit in a walk, but that didn't happen. I look in the mirror and I'm disgusted. Most my shirts looks terrible on me. I can barely fit into any of my pants, but I'm refusing to buy new ones. Yet everyday, I slide a pair on and I'm upset, because I know I could be better than that.
Of course as I'm typing this, I'm sipping a grande peppermint mocha from Starbucks. One moment while I check the calories.....410. That's like a meal. Rough.
I do a lot of good thinking while on walks |