Tessa and I volunteered at the Best Buddy 5K this year. We stood on the side lines to cheer and pass out water to the runners. Tessa really liked this job a lot more than walking in it like she did last year.
Me, on the other hand….I was disgusted with myself. I have been for awhile. I have fallen and I can’t get up.
Two years ago, I was on a great path. I exercised a minimum of five days a week, and ate very good. I didn’t hide food or binge. I only ate when I was truly hungry. I was on a roll. I lost 45 pounds.
Then…I got pregnant. Oh wo.
I was diabetic while pregnant and had to be on a special diet. No problem. I didn’t gain hardly any weight. It was AFTER the baby that has become a problem.
The combination of NOT having to be on a diabetic diet and the breast feeding making me hungry all the time has really caused some trouble for me.
I’m out of control. I need to stop. I’ve got to join a support group or something. I need to exercise again.
But, I’m so tired.
So, I stood there….cheering on the runners and passing out water. Oh wo.
