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Wednesday, February 15, 2012


I sat down today and reread some of my first blogs.  I was so excited back then.  I was so flush with success when the weight started coming off.  There was so much determination in my words and so much excitement.

Today, I sit here full of frustration and fear.  I am steadily approaching the age that my father was when he died.  I don't want to be in my grave before I'm fifty.  From what I understand 50 is when all the fun starts!

So far I have lost weight, gained a lot of it back.  Developed weird food allergies and am now swelling up for some bizarre reason that no one can figure out.  I feel like the Stay-Puff marshmallow person.

I am frustrated with spinning my wheels, and having things taken away.

So far I have lost:

processed food
and a bunch else that I can't even remember right now.

Here lies Katie, killed by the Twinkie that she ate.

1 comment:

  1. Noooooooooooooo!!! love ya girl. You'll get the handle on this. You can and will. xoxox ~a