I took this week off. I needed to break some cycles and get emotionally psyched up again. I meant to continue my physical therapy and just break from worrying about food, but I didn’t do any exercises until yesterday.

As for getting psyched up, I don’t know. A little, I guess. I had a few good crying sessions yesterday, wallowing in my frustrations and excuses. It sucked at the time, but now I feel good having it out. I’m not excited or joyous by any stretch, but I’m somewhat peaceful.

So I’ll work out today, maybe go to Costco and get a fresh supply of veggies, cook up some chicken breasts, and get ready.

I’m not going to weigh myself for awhile. This morning I was 227, and that will suffice. Perhaps not focusing on the pounds will lift my sense of pressure and failure, which I’ve gotten very, very tired of. Besides, more than losing scale pounds, what I really want is for the bulge above my pants, which aren’t even tight, to go away. I want to wear my 18’s again. Comfortably. And dare I even hope, be able to buy 16’s?

How was your week?