I originally stopped because of some crazy personal stuff that was going on, up to, but not only including the anniversary of one of my best friend's death, further revelations about why and how he died (like reliving it all), my current best friend moving to a place where she is almost inaccessible, and getting laid off.
Robin Phipps Woodall was the one that set me straight.
"A quick way to abruptly change direction is to stop telling yourself you'll fix the damages
later."
Wow, Robin.
I know that I have changed. So much. But honestly, friends, I was one step from
crying over the scale . . . again. Eating until I had acid reflux at every meal. That ol' body
hatred cycle. I was stuck and I couldn't figure out how to recapture my original enthusiasm
but I knew I HAD to.
So I'm done. I am not going to be that HCG bulimic that uses HCG instead of puking. I want
the me that I envisioned when I began that journey. I need to go back and reread my own
posts and reinspire myself.
I can't wait.
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