My ten pounds are back and they brought a little friend with them. That's okay. I have been under so much stress, it's amazing that I don't weigh more.
Do I have any idea what I'm doing? Absolutely not. Do I have any odds on my chances of success? No not really. My only goal is that I want my swimsuit to fit a little bit better while I am out getting second degree burns on the majority of my body. Oh and I don't want to hear anyone else say, "Thar she blows."
I don't know why this is such a struggle for me. And maybe it isn't any more of a struggle for me than it is for everyone else. I know that I don't feel good....too bad that isn't enough of a motivator. I like me, I think I'm fun...but for some reason I won't take care of me....at least not any more than the very basic of things.
Well, the adventure begins, yet again. It's a good thing I believe in Mondays.
