I was in my prime, and I felt great about every choice I made. It was the first time in my life that I felt happy and just accepted myself. Then I met this guy.
My love for him runs deep. So does his love for food. Which in turn, allowed my love for food to come rolling back into my life. I thought I had a handle on my healthier lifestyle. In the beginning of us dating, I maintained my eating habits with some "unhealthy moments" but I still exercised and everything was alright. Then we moved in together and I believe it has been a very bad cliche of a downward spiral. For example:
~What he ate, I ate
~When he laid on the couch, so did I
~His portions were my portions
~His lack of exercise was my lack of exercise
While I made note of these bad habits, and I did have some motivation at times, I have led myself back down a path to a very unhappy unhealthy pre-2003 girl.
And I am done. Tomorrow is a new day, a new life, a start to a new me. Enough with talking, it's about doing.