This month has been a full blown chaotic month. A pandemic, My grandpa died, I'm alone in a big city with a mental health disorder. No family in a 1 000 KM radius from me. Grandpa was the only one here and now he is gone.
The weight I lost a few years back is creeping back in me. It seems like I cant stop eating and I hate myself for it. But that bag of chips looks so Good. That extra steak looks like a nice Midnight snack, event if I saved it for tomorrows lunch.
I weighted myself today, been maintaining for 4 years. Not anymore I Guess. I'll try to lose ut again. Maybe that is exactly what I need, some controll over something in my life.
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