I am floundering around. Struggling is not the word. Drowning and grasping desperately at anything to keep me from falling even further.
I weighed in on Saturday: 211 pounds. Officially my highest weight ever.
We decided to take a spontaneous trip to the beach with the kids this past weekend, so on top of seeing that horrible number on the scale, I had the joy of trying on swimsuits too. Yay! I don’t own one for obvious reasons. I still don’t own one. After struggling to even get the damn thing on, I thoroughly hated how I looked in it. I bought a tank top and shorts instead, and I wore that into the water. I still looked disgusting, but it was far more comfortable than tight, clingy Spandex and straps.
It’s time for less talk and more action. I keep saying I’m going to do this, I’m going to do that, then I keep doing exactly the same thing and keep gaining weight. I am going to write down my plan for finally getting started on losing this weight. Then I will post it here.
Sweat & Sparkle 