Like a Whitesnake Song
Monday, August 05, 2019
🎼Here I go again on my own
Goin’ down the only road I’ve ever known
Like a drifter, I was born to walk alone
And I’ve made up my mind
I ain’t wasting no more time
Here I go again...
What an annoying earworm, but a welcome respite from Baby Shark. If that Baby Shark dance burned more calories I’d be thin by now. Thanks for nothing, Baby Shark.
So, like the Whitesnake song that really dates me, here I go again. Down the decision-to-lose-weight road that I’ve traveled oh-so-many times before. What makes this time different? I don’t know. But I feel like it’s different and I hope that it will stick this time and maybe that counts for something.
I joined Noom and they are taking $44 out of my paycheck each month. It’s only ok so far and it’s helping me stay on track (I’m down 16 lbs!) but there’s no community. I need a community. I need to vent, ask advice, celebrate. I need people who understand my frustrations. I need someone who understands what it’s like to cry over a Frappuccino.
Yep, that happened. I walked past a Starbucks, checked my calorie budget for the day on Noom, and realized I needed to say no to a Frappuccino. And the thing is—I DID IT! I didn’t order anything! I just went home! But not before I cried in the parking lot. I’m not even a cryer but I’ll be damned if that (lack of) Frappuccino didn’t produce instant tears.
I need to get into a healthy headspace regarding food and I’m getting there, little by little.
16 pounds down.
84 to go.