You may have noticed I haven’t been posting much lately. Or maybe you haven’t.
Either way it’s because my life is an utter and complete wreck. I have tried hard - so fucking hard - to be positive and have done a ton of self-talk about how I can do this. I can't pretend any more.
I have gained so much weight that I am physically uncomfortable. And the crowning achievement was made today when I couldn’t zip up the skirt I was planning on wearing to work.
I then went out to run – get a few miles in before my race on Saturday. I made it 2 miles before I was in so much agony from my Achilles that I actually almost fell.
I walked – or should I say limped – back to work and cried the entire way.
I got back and celebrated my misery the way any normal person would – by cramming a cookie into my mouth.
And then I cried more.
I texted Marc and suggested that he needs to make plans to leave me.
My utter and complete failure is solidly made. I clearly have absolutely nothing to offer here.
I am just another statistic. Someone who lost some weight but only kept it off a short period of time before regaining. It doesn’t have to be inevitable, folks – there are people who do maintain. Unfortunately I am just not one of those people.
So I sincerely apologize to everyone for letting you down – for not being the inspiring success story that I wanted to be.
I don’t always prove the doubters and those who hate me right, but in this case, I have.
I hope that some of you out there have been able to get some things from here that have helped you along the way. And I wish you all the best of luck in your story turning out much better than mine has.