I wake up and fell the weight and I dread the pain I will feel as I put my feet on the floor.
I dream a lot and I am not fat.
I think, I have been in this "FAT FUNK" for over 2 years.
I can't seem to get my head in the right place.
I don't know why my hubby loves me, puts up with me.
I love him and I know he has to love me to still be here.
I lay in bed and tell myself, Today is the day.
The weight loss starts today.
Will it?
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