I keep telling myself, I'll fail. Eventhough I CAN'T. I can't this time. It's not about the size of my behind anymore, it's about whether I die in 10 or 30 years. My Stepkids' Mom invited me, I looked at her. She's beautiful and half of my size. Then my Step-Daughter joined, the girl with the perfect body. I try not to die soon.
My Dad left when he was 51 and that number stuck in my head. I was 17. I just "always knew" that I'll die at 51, and made peace with it. Until I had my Son. Now I'm 49 and scared.
I used to be an athlete, never been overweight until my pregnancy. I can't walk, running is not even an option like it used to be. I used to control my weight via exercise. The more weight I gained, the more injuries I caused until now, when from the waist down I have an issue at every 5 inches :-)
Hehehe, yeah, it's not funny anymore.....
1st day's night
I had a very energetic day. Atkins goes well, I started the scheduling of a long overdue foot surgery, took care everything I wanted to...... So far so good :-)
It was an unbelievable feeling to read the encouraging comments. I have never tried to write during dieting, this makes me feel vulnarable and forced to be honest. Weird.
One of my goal is to be in bed by midnight, EVERY NIGHT.
Oh, I got a FitBit. I didn't get it out of the bag yet. I am just not a gadget/modern person. (FYI: I have the same AOL address for the 16th year :-)
Night
P.S.: I am afraid of the possibility of being successful and looking attractive again......