When I met TJL I was super fit, and looking mighty fine. Cue 8+ years later and I am a dumpy frumpy dingleberry.
I've tried to lose weight for 7 years, pretty pathetic attempts to be sure, but you know, it's always going around in my head - you need to lose weight, you need to lose weight, you need to lose weight.
And then I tell myself life is too short, I love food, I may as well enjoy myself.
But I don't enjoy myself. I'm not sad, or unhappy, or depressed, but I could be so much happier if I lost the weight. Why? Because I would have so much more self confidence, and energy, and so much less guilt!
Oh the guilt! Am I really enjoying my food when I feel so guilty eating it?
AM I REALLY ENJOYING MY FOOD WHEN I FEEL SO GUILTY EATING IT?
I also feel guilty about how, when I was skinny, I used to judge overweight people. Ugh. Talk about karma!
So weight loss attempt 9 gabillionzillion here I come.