Hitting Rock Bottom

One of these days I won't have to say "I'm starting over" - At least that's what I keep telling myself.  I've been a fatty as many years as I have been skinny now.  I've yo-yo'd all over the place and when it comes back on it only goes higher.

I always say "This time is going to be different"

Then when I fail I whine "I don't understand why I can't lose weight"

Well lets see could it be the two McDonald's meals that I eat in secret in the back part of the parking lot?  Could it be the entire pie that I ate?  I delusionally tell myself that no - it can't be any of those things.  That I did everything that I could.  WRONG That's a Big fat can of lies.  Deep down I know it. 

I am so tired of feeling like a busted can of biscuits. I want to wear pants that don't have 80% spandex in the list of materials.  I want my husband to WANT to go all 50 Shades on me not just phone it in.

I hit rock bottom this week when I realized I weighed more than my mom.  I Don't feel like I am as heavy as the number on the scale says I am. But like I said earlier - I have delusional tendancies.

So here I am back on the bandwagon again for the bazillionth time ~ This time I am staying right here! And not getting my ass down till I fit in some skinny clothes.  So if you feel like tagging along on my journey and my life in general - hit the subscribe button and lets see where this takes us!