And so it begins... again...

After 6 years of putting on weight, and gaining 40kg, I had given up.

I am getting about feeling completely uncomfortable in my own skin. Now when I go out I am miserable because all I can think of is how fat I am. I don't want to go out anymore because I have nothing to wear, and I feel like a walrus. I am also quite miserable. At home. At work. All the time.

Don't get me wrong, I know that I won't miraculously feel better about everything in my life. My job isn't going to get better miraculously. But I think I would be able to handle stress better if I exercised regularly. Maybe I wouldn't hold onto everything so badly and get so highly strung.

I had a chat to my friend last night/this morning... and we've decided to give it one last shot. This week we are tackling 2 goals each. My goals are to drink 2L of water per day and to sleep less. I sleep a LOT. I go to sleep with my husband each night at 9.30pm. He gets up at 5am for work. I get up at 7.30am. Thats ten hours man! and I am STILL tired.... I don't necessarily have to go for a walk in the morning. Just get up when my husband leaves for work. Sometimes I will leave early to go to work early... but the ultimate aim will be to exercise before the day begins - not bothered about the exercise until next week though!

We are trying to work up slowly, for a better success rate.

Hopefully this is the last time I have to start again.