I feel like I’ve taken 10 steps backwards today, even though it was probably more like a solid three to four steps forward.
But today involved a lot of crying. It involved questioning why I do stupid things like go to McDonalds to eat when I’m trying to lose weight and save money.
Or eat Haribo candy by the bagful.
I’m physically and emotionally drained, so I guess I’ve worked hard?
I cried hard, anyway. Surely that’s progress. It fucking better well be…