I've done nothing about my weight and the comfort eating (and corresponding girth expansion) continues apace. However, I bit the bullet and dragged myself to a doctor today. Burst into tears in her office and have come home gratefully clutching anti-depressants. She also wants me to start seeing a psychologist once the meds have kicked in and I'm feeling like more of a functioning human being again. I'm a bit ambivalent about that but we'll see next year.
So, my weight loss goals have resoundingly not been met and I have to accept going home for Christmas much larger than last year. It will be painful but if I'm being honest with myself I just don't see myself making any progress on that front until I've got out of this fug I'm in. Hopefully 2016 will be a little brighter.
So, my weight loss goals have resoundingly not been met and I have to accept going home for Christmas much larger than last year. It will be painful but if I'm being honest with myself I just don't see myself making any progress on that front until I've got out of this fug I'm in. Hopefully 2016 will be a little brighter.
