Thursday, November 29, 2012
I am leaving to go back home in 23 short days. I haven't been to see my family since July and I haven't spent Christmas with them since my sister's last Christmas 12 years ago. This will also be the first Christmas my children have ever been with my mom on Christmas day. It's hard to believe that my sister has been gone almost 12 years now, and I am still struggling not to end up like her. I desperately need to get the weight off of me and there is nothing more motivating then knowing that my sister's weight and eating habits are what directly caused her death. You would think that me being the person who found her would be enough to keep me on track and going towards my goal, but sadly I get sidetracked more often than not.
The last week and a half have gone much better than the last couple months, but when I weighed in the beginning of the week I am back up to where I started.... My clothes are tight and I feel so uncomfortable. I know reasonably I cannot expect some dramatic change in 23 days, but I would settle for slight movement on the scale in the correct direction as well as just feeling a little better about myself and what I am trying to accomplish.