I was going to finally get into my 60’s and I blew it. The last time I was in my 60 was when Jade was born. My daughter Brook thinks that I sabotage myself, but why would I do that?
I do want to lose weight, but I don’t want to do the work! I don’t want to work out; I don’t want to count my points. I want to eat whatever and whenever I want.
Why do I want to lose weight?
I don’t want this roll on my stomach, I want to fit in to my size 8 pants, and I want to look nice. Why do I want this? Does it really matter? Whose attention do I want? Am I doing this for me? Is there a purpose?
I have a lot to think about! I have to make a decision, I know that I don’t want to gain weight, but slowing it creeps up. So, it still means that I have to watch what I eat anyways, even though it doesn’t seem like I’m eating vey much.
God help me, I’m depressed. I want to just give up! 8 pound…. really!