I was doing great, I was, and then I screwed up. And because I screwed up I ate. It wasn't a comfort. I knew I was undoing hard work and I kept going. It enabled me to keep hating myself for being a failure.
And now I'm 6 lbs heavier than I dare put on my ticker.
I disgust myself. What the hell is wrong with me?
Edit: got brave enough to put my real weight on show
Edited by: 2_NEW_HORIZONS at: 9/5/2013 (14:17)
Trying... From Liverpool UK
Just because you trip on the top step doesnt mean you throw yourself down the rest of stairs
| current weight: 198.0