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.