Well, I am fed up. I guess literally. Because I am fed up in pounds. Get it?
I was taking a little inventory of myself over the weekend and I decided that I am just disgusted. I don’t like feeling hungry, but I also don’t like feeling fat. I know how to eat healthy. I used to help other women figure out how to eat healthy. What I don’t know is why I just let all that go.
Whatever the case, in letting it go, I fed myself right up to being overweight.
More than usual.
Yesterday, when I went grocery shopping, I made a point of getting some healthier options for myself. I purchased things that I know I like so that I could make better choices. That’s the first step, as they say.
I know how to eat better. I know how to get my body moving.
So I guess this little post here is me saying that I am fed up with being fed up and I am going to start trying harder to be the me that I know I can be.
The me that I want to be.
The me that I should be.
The me that would make me feel a little better about this body I have.
They say that you are what you eat, and right now that means I am fatty, sugary, salty, oily, and just plain processed… Yuck.