It’s time to stop feeling sorry for myself. Get over it. Move on.

And start losing weight again.

Most of the junk has been thrown away, the rest will go tonight. Healthy food has been bought. A plan has been made (the Diabetic Exchange, except a bit more low-carb) and exercise will be happening.

I fully expect to be a raging bitch for the next few days, as I will be going off caffeine, fat, and sugar all at once, as well as adding exercise. Khalil already told me he’s glad he’ll be out of town for a few days.

I have to do this. I feel disgusting, I know I’m not healthy, I’m tired all the time. And none of my clothes fit. I need to put FAT clothes in the FAT bin again.