I broke. The kitchen became a mess, chores got behind, and the diet went out the window. I made it 6 1/2 days. I’m a failure, I am weak, I’m a disappointment, I’m embarrassed, and I am ashamed. I was too afraid to post on WW because when I failed, the world would know. I thought against making this blog and here we are with everyone knowing I’m a loser.

So we start again. Just like we have a million times over. We forgive ourselves, and we start fresh tomorrow. We take what’s left of the day and we make a plan. Maybe it’s not a whole plan, but it’s something a little better than before to help where we know we need it.

Blogging is keeping me from binging but it’s not enough. Something has me feeling so bored, anxious, and unsatisfied all at the same time. It gets harder as the day goes on so I know step 1 is saving the easy meals for later in the day. I’m also very new at all this time I have on my hands. I can’t fill it with food and it’s hard to enjoy a personal hobby with a 5 year old amoeba attached to you at all times. Alas, I will try. I will sign off, make a list, and get a plan together. I don’t have to follow it but I need that safety net to plummet into when I lose my grip.

We have a lot to talk about, but the sheer quantity of needs and thoughts will leave us in a mindless ramble, incomprehensible and downright frustrating to read.

-Peace