Another Try

I haven’t always been fat.  Years ago, in what seems like another life, I was fit and healthy.  I had a fairly healthy relationship with food. I didn’t use food to comfort myself.  Then a baby at later in life, menopause following quickly behind and the stresses of life and family began to take its toll. I simply lost control.

Today, I find myself floundering.  Each day I intend to try again and each day I fail. Unhappy and going nowhere with my weight loss, I feel defeated and am beginning to feel resigned to this fate.  I reach for food when I am stressed, need to relax, bored, angry, sad. Food, for just a moment, makes me feel better. It distracts me from thinking about my life. 

But my life is passing me by.  I can’t let my weight and food to control my life any longer. I deserve to be happy and it is time for me to begin making that happen.  Happiness may not be a guarantee but I know that feeling better about my weight and how I look and feel will give me the confidence to work on other areas of my life, too. Today I begin my journey back from fat.