Mayday, mayday

Mayday, mayday


Who knows what happened.

Excuses happened. A bunch of them.

I posted last about the # 16 that I fought for. And then, I lost all momentum. It wasn’t even a slow decrease. It was just one day I woke up and ate the world. And did not stop.

The last however many weeks (more like MONTHS!)  since that post has been a mind numbing, zombie feeling of just going through the motions. I have no idea what triggered it but I feel like I am eating myself to death and cannot stop myself. The scale hasn’t really moved, I am not gaining weight, but that’s solely because I eat ridiculous and then attempt to over compensate. I know this is a horrible thing to do because it just makes it worse, it makes an binge imminent.

Every night I go to sleep with the same thoughts swirling in my head…

  • I have to get control. This is my life.
  • I want to be a good role model for Francisco.
  • I need to be healthy for myself.
  • I need to start my day with a workout; that will set a positive tone for the day.
  • I need to focus my eating tomorrow on healthy foods that are beneficial, not crap food.
  • I know I’m doing this to myself, I only have myself to blame. I have to stop. 

I feel like there are all these sirens going off and yet I’m just stuck in a corner. Frozen. Paralyzed. Powerless.



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