I’m not a perfect person. I’m messy. I say stupid things and I hurt people sometimes. I’m my own worst enemy and I care deeply…too deeply…about what people think of me. My goal is always to keep the people I love happy, and when I occasionally fail, I always feel like the world is coming to an end. But I’ve found someone who’s witnessed my breakdowns, my tears, the havoc that I bring upon myself, and who’s stayed despite it all. He loves me more than I’ll ever understand.
When I started eating healthier and working out, I had so much determination. I’ve been overweight for a while now, and it’s pretty much all I ever think about. For about 3 weeks I did so well. I lost 8 pounds, was going to the gym everyday, and was swapping out fried foods for veggies and fruits. But every time I allowed myself to have a “cheat day” it eventually turned into “cheat weekend” and then “cheat week”.
So tomorrow I’m starting fresh again. No more soda. No more fries. Because even though I may have gotten a little off course, I’m still determined to be healthier and happier. If you could send some motivation my way, I’d greatly appreciate it.