so a bit of a later start this morning than I had anticipated, better though than in weeks past.
I moved to PEI, Canada from Ontario in August of 06. I moved there all alone running away from a bad relationship (during which the beginning of the weight snuck on) that ended terribly. In retrospect probably not the best move. I was alone and emotional and didn't know anyone where I lived. I worked a lot and got home late. This led to a lot of lunches on the road ie McFood and late dinners when I was hungry enough to eat my own arm...the last meal of the day was substantial to say the least.
I moved home to Ontario a couple of months ago and have found myself not wanting to see friends and family because I'm ashamed of the weight that I have gained. I have more or less become a loaner. Happy, outgoing, social me has barely left the house since I moved home.
I have never had to lose a significant amount of weight. I look back at pictures where at the time I thought I could lose a few pounds and find myself wishing that I could have that back now.
I have at least 60lbs to lose but my thoughts are only on what I can do today. If I think of the journey I already want to quit so all I can do is think about the choices I make today.