I'm so fat... seriously. I've not lost anymore weight. I'm just staying the same and I'm not happy about it. It's killing me. It's causing me to develop very unhealthy habits... that I don't like. I'm sad right now. It'll be a while before I'm happy again I'm sure. It just seems like everytime I decide to get my head up above the "water" something comes along that keeps me from coming up for a breath. It's killing me. Eventually I'm going to stay under and never come back up if I can't fight through this. I have way to much going on in my life. It literally stresses me out to go/be ANYWHERE. :( I wish things were different. Oh well... I made my bed. Now I have to lie in it.
