It's a bit past midnight on a Monday night, or more accurately Tuesday very early morning. I sit here having had a horrible day. And by horrible I mean that I have let yet another day go by without doing anything positive to help myself lose weight. I thought about going to the gym, but instead sat down with a bag of salt and vinegar chips and coke in front of the TV (and yes, I know it's sad and pathetic, but Big Brother may have made an appearance in my big night). I sometimes think that I don't want to succeed, that I try to sabotage myself, because I get to the stage where I am eating more out of habit than any other motivation.
I am hovering around the 125kgs mark, and my ultimate goal is to reach 65kg. Meaning that I have to lose close to half my body weight. It seems like such an unreachable, impossible goal to me. I have been fat all my life. I've had moments where I've managed to lose a substantial amount of weight, but have piled it all back on in no time. I'm had so many on/off the diet/healthy eating/protein shakes plans, that it seems that I spend half my time thinking about what I am going to do, rather than actually doing it. I hope that by joining this forum will encourage me to stay on track through writing down my goals and sharing with others going through the same problem that I am facing.
So that's my sob story. I need to remember that my reasons to lose weight are far greater than my reasons to stay the size I am. And as they say, slow and steady wins the race.
All the best to everyone trying to do something about their weight.