I'm laying in bed, so stinking tired from a hard day at work. I'm so tired but I know that if I got more activity I wouldn't be so dang tired all the time. Cruel cosmic joke huh? It's 8:41pm and I know just a little time walking or whatever will make a difference but here I sit with what I can best describe as a mental block. I want to get up...but I can't. JUST DO IT!!!! I'm kind of mad that I have to get up, but no one is making me. I'm mad that I'm fat and uncomfortable and have painted myself into a corner. I'm going to a seminar with a surgeon that specialized in surgical options for obese people. I'm scared about that option and know I can do more before it gets to that. I'm a little afraid it's going to be like a high pressure car salesman pitch. I may go in with no intention of getting the surgery and leave with a 6 inch scar on my belly and a new payment plan! I'm going to get up. I have to. I'll let you know how it goes. Pray for me.
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