Just at the new year, I decided it was time to lose some weight. Over 2019, my father got really sick and almost passed away. I gained a TON of weight from the stress and the constant late-night eating after spending the entire day at the hospital and only ever eating out from never being home to cook.
I’m a female, almost 5’5” and about 200lbs. I don’t look HORRIBLE but I’m definitely the heaviest I’ve ever been, I’m uncomfortable physically and in just about anything I wear, and my BP has gotten too high when I’ve generally always had lower BP.
I decided it was time to get serious, but today I had a work meeting super early and it was far away (1.5hrs one way) so by the time I left I was exhausted and starving, so I got chipotle and figured I’d make dinner. But last night forgot to take out meat to thaw. So I went to Chick Fil A. And I’ve had like, 10 airheads that I got for Christmas in my stocking.
And now of course I’m sitting here and beating myself up. I feel like I have motivation to start but at the same time it feels so unattainable and I just feel so “ugh” about it.
I don’t know if I need advice or support or what exactly I’m looking for. I just feel like crap.
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