I must admit to failure.

I was doing great.  February came and I bought size 12 jeans.  I was 4 pounds from my goal weight. I maintained it for a bit.  And Then…..

Mel died.

I deal with lose, depression, super big stress with eating.  I don’t sit on the couch and eat a gallon of Ice Cream…No I eat fried foods.  You know the kind of food I am talking about….

Deep Fired Mushrooms

Jumbo Prawns in Beer Batter

Chicken Wings

French Fries

 

You get the yummy picture.  All that food and me depressed and stressed!!

I admit to gaining back 25 of the 55 pounds I lost.  I admit that I just didn’t care less. But I have hit a turning point!

What you wonder…..

Well today’s high temperatures were some of the lowest highs for this time of year.  I actually put on a pair of jeans.  A pair that was so baggy at one point that Mama Meadows threatened to pull them off if I didn’t get some smaller ones.

I refuse to buy bigger pants!!  So back on to watching and journaling everything I eat and drink.

I feel yucky physically and mentally.  I do feel relief getting this off of my chest though.  Now I will be able to show some of the pictures that Joshua White took of my family and you will all be prepared for my re-fatness.  Love Ya!