>I've had enough of getting puffed getting in and out the car
I've had enough of avoiding eye contact with people because I'm embarrassed
I've had enough of shopping once again in the speciality large ladies stores
I've had enough of being embarrassed of school drops off and pick ups
I've had enough of not having any good level of fitness
I've had enough of burying the disappointment I have in myself in the bottom of a wine bottle
I've had enough of having no "me" time and never putting myself first
I've had enough of being uncomfortable in my skin
I've had enough of taking the lift instead of the stairs (stairs used to be my bitch!!!)
I've had enough of setting myself up as a bad role model to my kids
I've had enough of existing, when I should be "living"
I've had enough of fearing failure, when I know I can succeed!
I've had enough of the excuses. All the bloody excuses.
I've been noticing my excuses lately about regaining all the weight I've lost. Yep, I was depressed, made redundant after 11 years, put in a job I hated, then had to work extremely long hours in that horrible job because Greg was made redundant. Yep I got back on the wine, and didn't have any time to exercise.
All bloody excuses. In hindsight, I could have kept up eating well, stayed off the wine, and done incidental movement & I would have still lost weight. Slowly but surely.
I'm good at excuses, and I'm good at making myself believe in those excuses. And I'm good at laying blame.
But not anymore. There's no more excuses. I'm just going to fucking do it. I just have to fucking do it.
Be ready for lots of updates…
Onwards & downwards….
P.S. Thanks Ros for checking in on me :)
