Almost 3 years ago I weighed close to 100 pounds less than my husband. Today I weigh almost more than my husband. He became obsessed with running, wrote a book, and spends most waking hours in his closed office with his computers, and his cyber friends. He is unemployed. We lost our house. He seems quite content.
During this time I became increasingly unhappy in my marriage, and when I am sad, I eat. Food is one of the 2 things that comfort me these days. The other is my darling daughter. She is the only person here with me on this planet that brings me joy. That is a heavy load for her 10 year old shoulders, so I hide my black hole with food.
Every time I look in the mirror I can't believe how big I am. I get on the scale and can't believe the number. Today I am beginning a ME routine. Eating cleaner, healthier and less. Walking at least 30 minutes a day, and focusing on what I need.
Here we go, January 1st ... where will I be in a year?
