
Either the depression will drop dead, or I will.
I quit smoking. Gained 50 pounds. Started smoking again. Lost the love of my life. Quit smoking again. Joined DietBet. Finding it hard to function....but the weight, well, the weight feels like something I can DO something about. I may start smoking again because I can barely hold it together otherwise. I have lost the man I wanted to spend my life with...
But I can control what goes into my mouth - and I'm using LoseIt to do just that.
And I can control how much my body moves - and I'm using FitBit to help me track that.
And I'm using this to hold myself accountable. And I just don't care enough anymore to worry if that is oversharing or not. I'm 42, I'm fat, I'm unhappy - and I'm all in to change it, y'all.
Today I'm under calories by 500, and I walked 9.2 miles. I didn't get another thing done except crying, but hey - I got more done than just crying.
If this brand of sarcasm and brutal honesty is your gig, friend me and let's knock this health thing in the teeth.