Weight Loss

I have been busy.

It’s not the easiest writing posts while the boys are off school.

Either one’s playing on the computer, or they are asking for food, or they are fighting like cat and dog.

Hence, no blog writing for me.

But I am back.

And I want to write about something I have struggled with since my teenage years.

Maybe even before that.

And still to this day to this day.

Losing weight.

Exercise.

Eating healthy.

Going to the Gym.

Taking exercise classes.

Trying the next fab diet.

And the pills…

Oh, the weight loss pills.

I think I’ve tried more than enough. (I have a drawer full of them)

And yet I can’t do it.

I can’t lose the weight I want.

And do I need to?

For health reasons, maybe.

But why do I have to stress about it?

I go from working hard on it and doing the right things.

Then I throw my hands up in the air and thinking,

“Why am I doing this? I am miserable.”

I can never get over the bump where my hard work actually starts to show.

I give up too easily.

I don’t know when I should stop caring about how much I weigh.

Life is more important than what the scales say.

I feel like I just need to be happy with the way I am.

And not be caught up with the way I look, but more of the way I feel.

Maybe on the inside more than the outside.

For some health reasons, I should probably lose 15+ pounds.

Which should be a really good reason, right?

I just never feel motivated enough.

Maybe it’s the time of the year.

With Christmas on its way.

I probably should wait until the new year.

And they are.

All excuses.

I am very good at them!

I think this is something I will need to really work on.

And I honestly don’t need people to ask how I am doing with this.

It’s my battle to deal with.

And something I need to work out in my mind.

So, on that note…

I have a word of advice.

Never ask a woman if she is pregnant, or expecting, or how far along she is.

Unless you truly know she is, or her water just broke.

It’s not nice and it will make you feel so bad.

And dumb because you stuck your foot in your mouth.

This has happened to me far too many times.

But I am on the receiving end of it.

Which, is a horrible feeling.

Now I know to keep my mouth closed and wait till she tells me her self.

Or if she has an obvious basketball in her shirt.

Even then, I strongly recommend you proceed with caution.

Love,

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