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.

Another 8-week challenge almost finished

The consensus among my brother, mom, and I is that we will veer away from the spreadsheet and points and try out a stint of MyFitnessPal only. I'm excited to move back to one weigh in a week which will move to Thursdays on January 1. That will be very good for my mood. So here's to four 8-week challenges and almost 10 pounds. 

The verdict is in...

Thanksgiving, also known as the holiday food kick off, wasn't a complete bust. I'll take a drop over a gain any day.

I've been fighting stress and anxiety as the holidays commence so my willpower has dropped signicantly even from the low level it was at. I need to figure out another outlet other than eating. I also need to find an at home workout I enjoy. I don't want to exercise so I don't. (Who wants to exercise? Really? But I need to find something new to try. The old standbys aren't making me stand up and work it anymore.) 

I am also working out next year's resolutions... Pretty excited.