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It's official, I'm in a funk. I lost my mojo. First pizza I've had last night since January 2019. Not just one serving. The full 4 slices I used to customarily eat. Not dealing with my life's latest curve ball right now. My step-son's cancer February cancer diagnosis has weighed heavily upon me. I was already going down a very slippery slope back in the fall.
Not feeling like I'm going back the bottom of the barrel the way I used to eat but admit I've had too many thoughts of 'why bother' attempting to outweigh the thoughts of 'FIGHT. IT.' In full knowledge of his weight and eating habits were at least 80% that caused the cancer to begin with. Prior history of smoking, drinking (lifestyle). Working his ass off, burning the candle non-stop at both ends (stress). His mom's cancer and I think a cousin (family history).
I haven't even lost him yet but even if he has another 5 - 10 years and his father and I can hang on to our own health, it still will mean we will lose another son. And everything they say about losing a child is true. No matter their age.
My message to everyone out there on their weight journey, is FIGHT. IT. Today, I'm going to get back on the stick and eat right. Chicken thawed out and ready to go. Today is eat right day! As if my life depends upon it. Because it does.
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77.1 kg
Lost so far: 5.4 kg.
Still to go: 22.7 kg.
Diet followed: Poorly.
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Gaining 0.3 kg a Week
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