Fat...

Argh!! I'm so tired of this weight.  I'm going to seriously focus on this.

Why is my addition, food?  Why do we need to eat to stay alive? When I quit smoking, I just gave them up, but you can't do that with food.

Last week we went to Dallas for Jerry's work conference.  I was miserable.  I could barely get around.  I was winded after walking from one area of the hotel to another. I didn't want to leave the hotel room to socialize.  My feet swell so much that I can barely get my shoes on, never mind bending down to put them on is a challenge. Seriously, it's bad, and I'm super sad about it.

I'm going to the doctor this week, and I know she is going to yell at me. I had lab work on Saturday, so hopefully, that isn't going wrong too.  I have been doing well.  Argh...

Emotional eating is the worst too.  You eat, then feel bad for eating.

The goal for the week, log my food in my LoseIt app.  Every bite.  EVERY. SINGLE. BITE!