Ok, I am having the hardest time with this whole losing weight and eating right thing. I swore off pop and coffee, only to find myself back to drinking both like they are going out of style. My eating habits are still somewhat good, but they certainly could be better.
I think one the largest contributing factors is that other than the online support that I have, I have no real life support. I mean my husband supports me, but I don't have a work-out buddy or a running buddy. I don't have someone to complain with or to celebrate my success with. Losing weight is a lonely road to travel alone, and it so easy--and tempting--to take a detour.
In all honesty, I am struggling. I am at the point where I want to say "I'm done" . I am not happy in my skin, but each time I struggle and each time I fail, I feel worse than I did before.
There are so many things that I want for myself. And for my family. I feel like I am falling short in every aspect of this journey. I don't want to be another statistic. I want to succeed. I want to look back and say "it was hell...but I did it"