In my previous post, I wrote about the struggle to keep my calories down. Well, nothing has changed. That last week in February has trickled over to March and I'm still eating too much, too often, too sweet, too fatty. This just has to stop! (That's what I tell myself every day. But do I listen? No.) I haven't changed the chart, but I'm up three pounds.
I'm not quite sure what to do to get myself back on track.
And I have to confess that right now, I don't feel like trying anymore. I feel like its the illusive dream, not attainable, not reachable for me. Why do I try?
Oh, I suppose I'm really not giving up. I'm unhappy about gaining three pounds, but I'd be even unhappier to regain everything I've lost over the year.
The other day I was watching Dr. Oz. He was working with a very obese young woman, and he arranged for her to have a personal coach. I wonder how she's doing. I wish the best for her.
