My friend, Tina, committed the ultimate sin against me the other day: she posted my picture on Facebook. It's bad enough that I'm in the picture, but posting the picture so that the people I knew in high school and college can think, **gasp**, "what happened to her?" is too much for me to think about. The picture attached at right is "the picture". Why do I post it now? Well, no offense, but I don't know any of you, and I guess that accountability has to start somewhere.
I've never been able to keep a journal for any extended period of time. The main reason is because I'm afraid someone will find it. The thought of my kids reading my inner-most thoughts terrifies me. I can't exactly be real when I feel like my youngest might read my thoughts. My goal is to have thoughts worthy enough for anyone to read, but here lately I've been so negative.
It's not just my weight that's bothering me. It's my marriage, it's my kids and it's my job. I keep thinking that change is the answer, but where does one find the courage to change? I feel like the Cowardy Lion in the Wizard of Oz..."if I only had the nerve..."
I'll write more tomorrow, and maybe I'll drink 64 oz of water as well.
