Six Months

So, six months from today I will be 60. And I wanted to be much thinner by then. Have I even started? Ha! What do you think?

I truly don't know why.  I feel like my brain is just locked and won't let me get past it and so I keep eating. Or maybe that is just an excuse?  I just don't know.  I just know that 60 is looming in the horizon and is going to be here before I know it and I don't want to be like this then.  I know I can't get super-skinny, but 60 lbs would be nice and I do think doable, if I could just get that mind set.

It's sort of funny that it is partly the fault of being depressed, but then I'm partly depressed because how much I weigh and what I look like.  Double-edged sword there.  I wish I was one those depressed people that stop eating.  Actually, when I was a teenager, when Ed and I would have a fight and I was sad, I wouldn't eat. Boy oh boy that would be nice right about now. ***sigh***  And yeah I know that isn't healthy either.

Hmmm...thinking about it...60 pounds by 60. Huh. Kind of a motto I think.