I had a very bad week.
A very bad one. I decided to make a post about my lifelong trauma and ED my mother caused me and well, that caused me to spiral out of control. Also, being alone for my borthday sucked ass. My partner was there for me- remotely- and got me 2 very wonderful and thoughtful gifts but after almost 4 months of separation it's hard.
I ate a lot more than I should have. Anxiety ever day. I barely held on, and I refuse to get on the scales. I'm a water baloon.
But I refuse to give up.
I'm back on track and I will get back to where I was.
Every kick in the ass is a step forward.
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source https://www.reddit.com/r/loseit/comments/hj35qk/i_refuse_to_give_up/
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