I’ve been on my weight loss journy for a couple of months now, and it’s going pretty okay. I’ve lost a few pounds. I haven’t been working out as much as I want or as consistently, and my eating habits have been up and down, which I know isn’t helping matters any, but I am at least trying. I can’t see a difference, though other people say they can, but it’s just not there for me. I know, know….that’s “normal.” 

I am trying to lose weight for me. My health is dragging; my moods are in the toilet. I’m just all-around miserable, in a way. I’ve never wanted to be a healthy weight for others, always myself. Which is the way it should be, right? But I feel like I’m failing myself. My binge eating becomes a problem sometimes. My mind stops me from getting up and working out with one lame excuse after another. I should workout longer than the hour I have carved out for myself to burn more calories. See…failing. But I am doing something, which is better than nothing.

My kids are always proud of me after I workout, and that always makes me feel better about myself. It’s weird that they think the world of me for something so simple. But I’ll take it; it’s a small victory.