It's been a full month since I posted. I'm sure you know, weight-loss wise, what that means for me. When I'm posting here consistently, I'm pretty much doing well. When I hide my head, well.....I avoid all of you like the plague (nothing personal).
My life is in order. My kids are really outstanding. My husband is supportive and loving and kind and all the things I love in other humans. My depression is (mostly) at bay. I started a new business venture as a Thirty-One Gifts consultant (cheap plug: Go check out my site, and book a party! You know you want to! www.mythirtyone.com/31Colleen ). But the one thing I'm failing at? Weight loss. So since this is my weight loss blog, I pretend it's not here when I'm not doing what I should to get healthy.
Sometimes I watch "Intervention" on Netflix streaming. I can't help but love reality shows. I'm a voyeur and can't really help it. I try not to judge people but I do find myself saying, "How can those folks choose drugs over their kids? How can they choose the bottle over their children? I would never do that."
But this, folks, is a bold-faced lie. I DO have an addiction. I'm addicted to food. Many people think it's easy to just "eat less, move more." It is as incredibly easy and frightfully as hard as that, it's true. But for me and people like me, it's so much deeper.
I don't know why food is my drug of choice. I don't know why I binge yet. I don't know why I often say, "Screw it" when I try and get on the wagon and go back to eating the way I always have. I have proven to myself I can be successful yet I don't do what it takes to sustain that. I know HOW to do it. I just DON'T. And the fact is that it is in the best interest of my children to stop doing what I'm doing. Of course it is. But I haven't yet.
I know that getting back in that positive healthy frame of mind is something that's vital for me to get where I want to be (which isn't even a number on the scale - but a feeling of peace of mind and comfort). So I will take small steps to get back there.
And I won't ignore you people anymore. Or at least I'll try not to. And if I do? Call my ass out in the following ways:
On Twitter: @AdiosFatGirl
By Email: email@example.com
By commenting HERE! (I receive all your comments as emails)
I'll help ya'll if you help me.