I knew that I wouldn't have the numbers I had last week, but I certainly was not expecting to gain 6 pounds.
I am... I'm a whole lot of things right now. I have been overwhelmed with so much from every angle, it's hard to see the end of the tunnel. I know it's coming up, but I'm walking too slow or there are about a hundred construction workers adding to the end to screw with my head.
All those old thoughts are creeping back in. "Things are too hard. Just quit. Who's gonna care? You're not worth it anyway." But I can't think like that. I can't give in. No matter how much I want to go to the nearest buffet and crown my sorrows until I puke.
I wanna give up, but I can't. Not this time.