Tuesday, August 3, 2010

And Then ... There Was Hope

I've been at a stand still lately. With my weight loss, with my marriage, with my life in general. I haven't been willing to make the effort with eating healthy, haven't been putting the work into my marriage that it needs, haven't been living life like I should.

I don't like to talk about it, but I've dealt battled with depression for most of life. I take a never ending cocktail of prescriptions in my attempt to be "normal". Whatever the hell that is.

I had gotten to the point where I basically just didn't care. Why the hell try when I'm destined to fail? Why eat good when I'm just going to be a lard ass no matter what? Why work on my relationship when I won't ever have the marriage you see in fairy tales?

This post is supposed to be about hope, and it will be, I swear. But I wanted to give you a glimpse into where my head has been. How utterly hopeless I've felt. How I was just THIS close to saying fuck it all.

All I can say is thank God I have Fat Girl Slim to tell me we ARE going to eat better, that this shit is ON. Thank God I have a husband that won't let me give up.

Last week I did it, I tracked my food, I did my workouts - I screwed up on Sunday, true - but the scale is inching down!!! It really is.


There is hope.

And I have it.

1 comment:

  1. Rock on!!! I am so at the point where I am boiling over with frustration. When is all this hard work going to pay off? WHEN? WHEN? WHEN?!!!! Your post gives me hope, a kick in the pants, and a sense of camaraderie. Thank you! =)