So, I decided to just say forget it and weight myself. 380.4. WTF? That's the exact weight I was at the end of January.
I suppose I should be happy, as crazy and unhealthy as my life turned after dad got sick, that I haven't gained weight. Ugh.
*sigh* tommorrow is another day. Wish the weather would warm up a little.
I know there are a zillion things I need to do, but I just feel so discouraged all of the time. All I ever do is fail myself, and it's hard to break that mentality.
For now, I think I just need to drink a bunch of water and sleep. Maybe that will make me feel better.