I have to admit I feel a bit defeated. I stepped on the scale this morning and I was over 240.
I feel like such a failure.
I'm not eating horribly. I'm active all weekend long. I'm drinking lots of water and fresh fruit while on the motorcycles. I'm selecting leaner protein at meals out. But I'm gaining. It makes me want to throw up my hands and give up. It makes me think more and more about the lap band surgery. It scares me. It depresses me.
I see my husband lose weight while eating what he wants. I see him have the energy and drive to get to the gym every morning. I see him happier than he has been and in smaller sizes.
I feel defeated this morning.