I'll be honest. I have not actually stepped on a scale in weeks.
I'm too scared.
I overextended myself. I said yet to too many things. I was freaking out.
The first thing that went was the gym.
It wasn't even that I didn't enjoy it. It was the commute in the DC traffic that was getting to me. I would stress out days in advance about making it to the gym on time. I was worried if I had the $4 cash it required to park. I was nervous that I couldn't make it back quick enough to pick my kids up from school on time.
A one hour work out became a three hour commitment in DC traffic. Twice a week. I just couldn't do it.
So I let it go for my mental health.
And I stopped exercising all together.
It is bad. My fat jeans are getting tighter. I have Sensa sitting here that I haven't even opened. My poor elliptical machine hasn't been touched in months.
And now... the Holidays.
Help me fellow Loser Moms. Help me get back on track.