Welp, guess how many times I’ve been to the gym since my last post. Once. And it’s like, my first month payment is up soon, and I’m sick. I feel like my life is sabotaging me.
I have so many things I want to do, and it seems like all I’m capable of doing with them is talking about how much I want them. It’s so frustrating.
Just gotta… rassle up some money for this next month, and MAKE time to go. MAKE time to formulate a workout plan. Put in effort to eat healthier, drink more water, etc…
I’ve got 3 places I can potentially volunteer for, now it’s about finding the time. With school right now and midterms coming up, it’s chaos. So after finals, I’m gonna begin volunteering. Fo’sho.
I got a membership. What have I done. Now I HAVE to exercise!
Apparently my weight has gotten to a critical mass at 280. Yes, I’m a nice and plump 280. And even though it’s just a number, it just kills my self-esteem. It’s the heaviest I’ve ever been.
People in my life have tried to tell me that I have a weight issue, various times in my life and recently. But know what? There’s no easy way to tell someone. But there are terrible ways to go about doing it.
And if you think the person doesn’t know they’re overweight, you must think they’re dumb. THEY KNOW. You’re pointing out the obvious.
But while there are people in my life that want me to lose weight for reason 1 or reason 2, I will do it on my watch. On my schedule. For me. Not for you. Not because you want me to. So stop wanting me to, and start just supporting me through it. Maybe stop enabling me.