(Couldn't help myself, the song was too perfect.)
And this week, the week of my 33rd birthday (which is actually today), I wiped the slate clean. It's my fresh start.
I've said this several times before... here, and here, even here. I hate that I'm back in this place. I thought I'd said goodbye to this place a long time ago.
But here I am.
My fresh start, it has to be today, this week, because if not now, then when? Next week? Next month? Another 10 pounds from now?
I officially reset my starting weight at WW last Saturday. Six months ago I was 60 pounds down, then all hell broke loose and here I am, 40 pounds heavier (that was harder to type than I thought it would be.) At least I haven't regained it all? It was too deflating to see my "Total" so far removed from where I was in March, so I wiped it. (Plus, now I'll start getting rewards at meetings again, which are oddly motivating.)
I'm so uncomfortable in my own skin, acutely aware of my heaviness and the space I take up--again.
So here I am, a little beat up and worse for wear, but I have not given up. I am not giving up on myself. I've come too far on this journey to just throw in the towel. I may have taken a few steps backwards, but I'm still in this.
In the coming days, I'll share more of what I've been up to these last 3 months--no promises, of course, because it's evident I can't keep them.
Just know that I'm doing the best I can right now.
P.S. I literally haven't opened Blogger since the last time I posted, so I have a lot of commenting and catching up to do. Don't be surprised if I respond to something that is months old :)
