I just weighed myself again.
Every single time I do this it’s a pride swallowing siege. I hate how many times I have to move the 50 lb weight to the right. I know where it’s supposed to be. It’s supposed to stop well before that. I know that my weight number does not define me, but do you know what does? My actions. Where have my actions led me? Down the road to Fattyville. I have to change this or I’m going to die. I’m literally going to die. I’m lucky that I don’t have any additional health problems at this point, but it’s only a matter of time. I’m going to give this everything I’ve got to save my life. My kids need me.