And today, we start anew

I knew I'd been gaining. The past few months have been so horrifically stressful and painful, I've been comfort eating. Knew it was happening, and just didn't care. Until we went shopping for "funeral appropriate clothing" before heading north last weekend, and I had to buy a size larger than I've *ever* had to buy before.

That was my clue that it's time to put on the breaks, and get control of my life again.

I've been free-falling since July (okay, the end of June really). It's time to stop wallowing in the pain, and start living again. I have a wonderful home, a wonderful mate, wonderful kids, and truly a pretty spectacular life. I can't mourn "what could have been" forever. Time to go back to one of my more powerful mottos - "Enjoy what is."

So, here we go.
I weighed myself when I got up this morning. Yep - my highest weight EVAR at 261lbs.

I have a plan. 'Yote knows my plan, as does a friend at work who's going on the same plan with me (mostly me encouraging her I think, bless her heart). Not anything I've done before, at least not specifically with intent. We'll see how it goes. Meanwhile I also picked up a new copy of one of the bellydance/exercise videos I lost somewhere in the ex's house. And I intend to start walking again.

Next goal? Get the apartment back into some kind of order - I've let things go a bit lately. Okay, *we've* let things go - and I know having a cluttered and messy house doesn't help pull out of depression. And we've both been pretty depressed, for various reasons. Time to take control.