Bad news is I am still at the same weight I was last week.

My highest ever weight.

I am still feeling so ashamed about it and angry at myself for letting it creep up so much.

It’s my own fault.  

I let this happen.

I must deal with the consequences.

I can feel my own body suffering from it.  I can actually physically feel the extra weight in my gut. I need to pull my head out of my ass.

I feel sorry for my best mate, who does everything he can to encourage me and I let him down constantly.  Like I’m a humongous failure. :(

I am sorry to be writing so negativity, but I need to vent.  Weight loss journeys rarely go smoothly I don’t think.  I’m just going through some difficult times and I know deep down I’ll get through it all.

I need to keep my head up.  I need to remember I can make these changes.

Nothing in life comes for free, and I need to give this every ounce of my determination to get through it.

It can happen.  It will happen.

I just have to try.

And try.

And try some more.

Rome wasn’t built in a day.  And I can give this my blood sweat and tears and do it!  Like heaps of you have and are doing every day!

I can do this.  If there is a trainer go can go from fit to fat and then fit again, surely I can do it also!