This is the post I was going to publish:
I’m obese again and it is depressing.
I sick and freaking tired of fighting the battle.
I just want to lay around and drink sprite and eat peanut M&M’s. Do you know what happens when a girl like me does that?
She gains weight.
Know what happens when a girl like me decides she doesn’t care anymore?
She wakes up one morning and weighs 277 pounds and hates herself.
I haven’t lost any weight in over 6 months. In fact, I’ve gained about 15 pounds from my lowest.
I’m looking for my “fat pants” again. Though instead of being a size 24/26 like they were before, they are now 11/12 BUT still!
I’m depressed because I just don’t know what to do to win the war and I know that there is no “end.” Just more fighting.
I went home and slept on it (after 14 hours of work) and decided I just have a serious case of the winter time blues.
*I don't know who said it- I read it on Interest of Pin* but the quote was "It is just a bad day, not a bad life."