Water You Gonna Do About It?

Well, I talked myself out of a diet and I'm glad. It's not something I want to do to myself again. The effects of yo-yo dieting have already taken a terrible toll, and I don't want to make things worse. You always think things couldn't possibly get any worse right before they do.

What I DID do was go to the Y. Yay. I swam laps. When I couldn't swim anymore, I held onto the side and did some conditioning. Then I swam some more. To keep things symmetrical and all. Then I had a little soak in the hot tub. Because I reckoned I'd earned it.

I was almost too exhausted to drive home.

My muscles hurt; my knees do not.

Awesome.

I need a new bathing suit...

Good Grief

So I decided enough is enough.

Things need to change.

I don't want to accept myself anymore as I am - I reject myself as I am.

I am going to start eating better and exercising more. This is silly.

I'm going to Weight Watchers tomorrow (I think).

It's time.

I went to the grocery store and bought some good healthy food.

A baby step in the right direction.

And I am starving.

I haven't even changed any habits yet and I already feel so deprived, physically and emotionally.

Maybe I don't need WW or a gym or a trainer - maybe I need a shrink.

Because that is wrong and it sucks.