Pity party for one

I couldn't sleep last night. My mind kept going over and over my failings of the year, the moments of the weekend when I felt the most fat, and how hard it is going to be to get the body I want. I'm feeling pretty emotionally drained, not to mention a little sleepy. 

These aren't the feelings I want as 2014 is nearing its end. I've had victories this year. I want to celebrate them. And I want to be positive about 2015. 

Deep breaths. I also want to share this blog with family and friends and acquaintances of Facebook to increase accountability but that is absolutely terrifying. My dear husband tells me my weight is just a number. It doesn't feel like it. It feels like one of the most vulnerable aspects of myself. Deep breaths.