It’s 6:07 am. Once again the first thing I do is go to the scale. She just told me that my weight is currently 254.8. Can you believe it? Wow.
10:12 am. I’m actually really surprised about the little bits of weight-loss I’m experiencing. On another note, my head has been hurting pretty bad so I gave in and drank a cup of milk and took some medicine for it.
2:43p.m. my poor kid has a cold now. I’m doing everything I can to make them feel more comfortable and get this sickness out of him! I’m starting to get used to the growls and the little pains. My mind is a little more clear than yesterday though. I am so freaking tempted to have some crackers today!
It’s 5:29 p.m and I have fucked up again!! 🤦🏾♀️ I just had two Ridgid potato chips. I just scarfed them down as if I was in some Corner trying to hide. I quickly felt so guilty about it. I began to pray and ask Jesus for forgiveness. Then after my little cry of frustration in the closet, my wife asked me what was wrong and I told her. Again, she gave me a really big hug and told me it was going to be okay. After that beautiful moment of affection, she made me do a suicide exercise. I’m sure a lot of you remember those Sports Affiliated exercises where you have to run back and forth really fast. It was hard but I don’t mind, I asked her to help me be accountable for my actions. It’s a great support. Really. After our mini exercise together, she held me once again because even though I was laughing I was still sad and frustrated.
It’s around 10 in the evening. I know, super long jump. Today has just been a blur to me. All I’m focusing on is the housework and making my kid feel better. I could really go for some Popeye’s right now. FML peace.