I am still so shocked when I see myself in the mirror or, heaven forbid, see a picture of myself.
I can’t believe that I look the way I do. I know how it happened, I am just not 100% sure when it happened.
I am disgusted with how I have let myself go, but getting my chubby ass off the chair to go for a walk? Yeah, not so much.
Will a switch suddenly flip that allows me to overcome this?
I have lost weight before. I was very successful using Weight Watchers. It was hard work, but I had a fire in my belly (pardon the pun) to get in better shape. I was tired of feeling tired. I really wanted it. I wanted it more than I wanted to stay fat.
Now, there just aren’t enough hours in the day.
Don’t get me wrong, my days are longer than they have ever been, but they are consumed with other people and other things. Taking the time seems so selfish, so self-absorbed and impossible.
At some point, I hope to get this worked out.