Uh huh...yep

Not sure what tone to take with today's entry.

To be completely honest, I'm experiencing some pretty heavy drag in my mental department- I'm where I'm at, and I DONT LIKE IT. But complaining about it, grabbing another bag of chips or slice of pizza, isn't going to help me out of it.

On the other hand, I realize that the only person that my weight gain affects (without taking into account what it does to relationships due to me beating on myself) is ME. The only person who hates me for not keeping my weight down is ME. The person who keeps making the stupid choices is ME.

So, where does that leave me?

I'm pissed off but not doing anything about it. That gets me (and you, as a reader) abso-freaking-lutely nowhere.

I bought two new pairs of jeans at Goodwill today because nothing else fits. Both were size 14. I gave away my 14's last May because they were too damn big. So, here it is: the tipping point.

I either shit or get off the pot, 'cause nothing's happening otherwise and it's just getting me mad.

I'm the one driving me, and it's time I took the wheel.

Part two never truly got started. False starts, empty hopes. Is this what this is? We'll see by the end of the week. Here's this weeks starting goal: 3 workouts, meals planned and written down.