My weight is slowly creeping up. I dislike this strongly but not enough to do something about it. Which is not cool.
I'm still at the point where I'm not feeling too, too big... but I'm getting there. And it leaves me wondering, WHY?
Why am I eating? Why am I throwing away all the work I did to get my weight down? Why don't I care?
But mostly, why am I eating?????
I have no clue, friends, but I think it would behoove me to figure it out.
I like that word, behoove. It's funny.
I've been throwing around the idea in my head for a while now of talking more about my food issues again on this blog. Not about necessarily the weekly weight ins that I used to do, but just more about why I can't seem to make that permanent change. Why I haven't been able to say no when a craving hits. Not that I'm committing yet... that would be crazy. I've been up since 5 am with my daughter who is cranky (as one might imagine) and am perhaps not thinking quite straight.
There it is... I'm putting it out there. You can't see me from where you sit so I can pretend that I'm doing awesome... but I'm not. So now you know and maybe now I'll stop being in denial.