I'm really in a funk today. I went to the doctor the other day because my foot was hurt and not getting better. I got on the scale.
Yet another new high. I feel like a total failure.
My first instinct was to buy a new bag - new bag = fat girl crack. I may be fat and hideous but I have a GREAT bag. I resisted (thankfully) but I hate this stupid WANTING and I know it's completely tied to self esteem. I just can't seem to get motivated. Every additional pound makes me just that much more unmotivated to do anything.
I just want to crawl in my bed and hide forever. I don't know how I got so low again.