As the old saying goes, if you don’t have anything nice to say, then don’t say anything at all. Which is why I haven’t written in two weeks.
Yeah, that “game plan” I drafted? Down the shitter.
I’m a mess over here.
A ten-pound heavier mess.
I can’t get myself to the gym, or to even do squats in my living room, I just want to hide under my snuggie with my eyes closed and pretend no one can see me. And eat Cheez-its. Is that too much to ask?
Or turn goth. I do own a lot of black clothing.
Next week I visit my surgeon, which I scheduled three weeks earlier because I decided I needed help sooner than later. I am afraid he is going to be super dissapointed. Give me those “you fucked up” eyes.
I am afraid.
I’m going to ask Santa for some personal training sessions after the New Year. Santa will provide, I know this much.
Will it help? Will I go? Will I get where I want to be?
I lost the bulk of my weight so fast but this past year I lost and gained the same 10 lbs putting me in the exact same place as I was last December.
What will 2015 bring?