Bad choices...

I've made and apparently continue to make a lot of bad choices in my life. Not because I'm a glutton for punishment but moreso because I don't realize it wasn't a good choice until after the fact and because I need help but generally don't know where to turn when it matters most. My support system is good but there is something inside of me that thinks I can do this on my own.

The same goes for my diet/workout efforts. I make bad choices... sometimes knowingly and sometimes unknowingly. Yesterday when I ate those chips and then followed up it with pretzels, I knew it was a bad choice (I should have had an apple or water). Last week when I went to Legal Seafood with my aunt and parents and had shrimp dumplings and broccoli and a sampling of their appetizers/food...I thought I was making good choices - until the scale showed me otherwise.

All that to say is I wish I could make up for my bad life choices as easily as I can make up for my bad diet/workout efforts. I honestly wish that someone convincing me to workout a little harder had the same affect on the extra stress and chaos in my life as it does on the number on the scale.

Right now I'm not just fighting the scale, I'm fighting my mind, body and soul to make changes that are not happening overnight, to not give up on this part of my life just because the rest of it seems to be falling to pieces and to continue to think I'm worth it because deep down inside I know I am.

Today I made the choice to keep fighting at least from my diet aspect...unfortunately, I think I'm running out of fight for the other parts of my life. My only motivator in not letting the stress take over me right now is the commercial with the man yelling at me telling me that stress causes body fat...and I don't have any Relacor.