Sunday, September 3, 2017


My depression and anxiety have been a mess lately. But I'm surviving. Some days I'm on top of the world, and some days I want to die... 

My wedding is approaching. I decided to suck it up and invite people who look good in swimsuits (this will be a thing there) and to get a 2 piece for the day. I am horrified. Because right now I'm not a person who looks good in a swimsuit... I feel like I'm going to be the bloated fat whale with blubber jiggling all over her body while everyone else looks lean and fantastic. My friends and family are all pretty gorgeous... I have 2 months to lose another 10 pounds and work out as much as possible. This morning I woke up with a fucked up neck, but I still managed to get in about 3 miles of power walking. I'm gonna push this week approaching to treadmill daily and get some ab and cellulite workouts in. 

My weight has been dropping slowly but steadily. It feels amazing. It's keeping me motivated to keep going. 

Just. Keep. Going.