There has to be some way to motivate myself but I can't figure out what it is. I literally sat at my desk and ate five brownies yesterday. Five. I have to believe there is some depression involved in my current state of mind. As has happened in the past, I have come to a point where I maybe am not super sad about being a fatty now. I like that I'm exercising and am still doing the oatmeal and salad thing at work. What I really think I need is to go harder core on the dieting at home part but the fact of the matter is I like to eat good food and drink good beer.
Below there is a picture of what I weighed 17 years and 60 pounds ago. Those days are gone. Long gone. But am I dieting to look like that again or to stay off medicine? Likely, it's the latter. That and being able to keep up with my son and to live a long life as his mom. After all, I have to live long enough to drive him crazy in my old age. Karma.