I am tired.
Mentally, physically and emotionally, I am pretty over this whole “weight loss battle” thing. The numbers have stayed within the same ten pound range for nine months and pardon my French, but I am fucking DONE.
I eat better, it’s still the same. I work out more, same. I eat worse, same. I am at the end of my rapidly fraying rope and I don’t have enough slack left to tie a knot.
And I kind of feel like everyone else has given up on me too. I am supposed to be a good example for this whole weight loss thing and I’m not. I’m the cautionary tale instead.
I’m underwhelming right now. I’m skating still, but not progressing there as much as I would like either. I am an enormous bowl of growly flakes with a side of “get the hell off my lawn” lately.
And I don’t know how to fix it and at this point, don’t know if I want to do this anymore.
I honestly just want to stop trying to lose weight and I’m standing right on the edge of that. Not sure if I’m going to jump.