It’s a capped sleeve that no longer fits your arm…
It’s a picture of yourself that you don’t want to see…
It’s a number on the scale that makes you cry…
Last night I cried myself to sleep because I feel SO ungodly fat right now. I know I’m not THAT big, but I’m big to ME. I’m big FOR me.
I don’t feel good about myself and I can’t continue this way.
I’m tired of still looking pregnant.
The scale went up in the last week. Yes, I ate too much chocolate. Too much FOOD.
But no more.
Our vacation is in 2 months and I don’t want to look like this when we go. I just can’t.
I went and ran this morning. More than I’ve run since before K was born.
I’m still sad today though, a little depressed I guess.
I just want to be healthy but I also really want that cute Spring shirt with the cap sleeves to fit again.