I’ve been avoiding you. And this. And myself.
I’m a work in progress. All of us are, so why am I so ashamed when I backslide?
I struggle with some disordered eating habits, and a recent influx of work stress, disappointing fitness/weight loss progress, my upcoming 35th birthday… it’s all gotten the better of me, and I’m struggling to make smart choices on a daily (hourly) basis.
I was seeing a therapist for several months, and I was feeling pretty good. She changed practices, and I decided I was doing well enough on my own not to follow her or find another. And I was. For a while.
This week has been extremely hard. I think I’m PMSing on top of everything, and I keep hoping tomorrow I’ll be better. So far, not really.
I’m getting Botox tomorrow. I bought a very exciting fitness related Groupon which has me TERRIFIED. I just need to get through the next few days, and I should be on the upswing. I’ll check in soon, and hopefully feel more like myself.