Lost

I'm lost.

Lost in my old habits, lost in how uncomfortable they make me, lost in the disgust of seeing 75kg on the scales again, lost in the fear that I'll never get this under control.

Yikes.

I'm trying to remember what got me started all that time ago back at Easter and kept me on track, and all I can remember is I wrote a blog post saying I have no idea, that success motivates success and you just have to put one foot in front of the other until you make it.

So that I shall.

Ignore the time of the year, ignore the madness going on around you, ignore the negative influences in your life, ignore having bronchitis and ignore the stress. Your emotional state should have no impact on what goes in your mouth.

The first day is the hardest. I'll check in again with progress. I promise.

Sad panda.