I’m not perfect. There … I said it. For those of you who think I am. Oh who am I kidding.
I’ve been sabotaging myself. Every evening when I go home I eat junk, drink waaaaaaaaaaay too much and sit around watching mindless television about tiny houses and chefs who hate each other.
I don’t know why I’m doing it. Maybe it’s easier … not having to be an adult and do what I’m supposed to do.
I’ve gained back 30 pounds of my 70 pound weight loss. Typing that out makes me angry and sick … but also makes me want to eat some cupcakes and drink boxed wine from a Mason jar with a straw.
I don’t know how to fix myself … but I’ve got to figure it out … mostly because having a headache every day, numbing myself with food and wine (and sometimes beer), and looking like a sausage in a skirt is not going to work much longer. I can feel it.