
I went to visit some friends on Father’s day. We took a group picture. I wore a cute light green shirt and white shorts. I was feeling really put together. OMG I was the fattest person in the picture.
I recently had a physical and the doctor told me I am pre-diabetic. I have strugglex with my weight for years. It is time to get back to healthy.
I made the committment. I paid for and downloaded the Weight Watcher app. The first day of counting exchanges, I was negative 24. I had eaten a giant cream puff from a bakery in San Antonio. So…this week I have had no Dr. Peppers, have eaten lots of boiled eggs and have plowed through a bag of spinach.
I did not realize how low my energy would be without loads of sugar in my body. Last night I went to bed at 8 pm and wokecup at 5:45 am this morning.
I could not take it anymore. This morning on the way into work I stopped at Mickie Dee’s and got a sausage biscuit and a large Mocha Frappe.
So now I am negative 31 points for the week. I am going to have to run a freakin marathon to get those points down. Oh well, I still have faith.

































