So, today I'm feeling excited. I'm not totally sure why, except I feel like a weight (ha! pun, pun!) has been lifted off of me this weekend. I've been so BLAH for the last couple of months, and I think I'm emerging from a funk of sorts. I was supposed to have lost like...15 pounds or so by this time of the year (from Jan 1st), and...uh...didn't happen. I'm so tired of being fat... but, interestingly enough, it's not really affecting my self image TOO much...(side note: my son, who is 12, confessed to me that the kids at school call me fat...but he defends me...I felt sad, shed a tear or two, then moved on...I figured they did do that; they're kids and all, but...well, I moved on) I do feel happy that I've lost 40+ pounds in the last 10 months...but...I'd like to keep going, and I've been stuck here since October, y'all. But that's when my stress levels REALLY kicked into high gear, so I'm not surprised. I am hopeful that with this dawning of a new attitude, I'll get back to being a loser.
Yeahhhhhh, I sure hope so...