Day 3

I just weighed myself. I couldn’t wait. I guess I wanted to know a starting point. I figured because I was feeling better I might be presently surprised my weight is either stable or I have lost a pound. Well since the last time I weighed myself I gained 8 pounds. I want to cry.

Feeling so fat and trapped in my body is making me gag this glass of water down. I’m looking down at my hands and my fingers are so fat. I’m depressed. I told my husband about it and God bless him he is blaming the water. Well, I hope some of it is water.

I’m on my way to the grocery store to pick up some things to maintain my diet.

I have two glasses left.


Author: jtreska

My name is Julie Treska. I am a 39 year old maniac, mother of 2, step-mother of 2, and wife, to one amazing husband, Micah. I am a sister, a friend, an acquaintance, a colleague, a neighbor... possibly an enemy, a threat, an ex, but one thing I am known for is being 100% real. This is one more of many blogs I've written in my life. Maybe one that I'll keep. It's going to be one giant cluster fuck, of what makes me, me. I am a divorcee', a parent, a woman, a cancer survivor, a divorce survivor, a survivor of many, many things. I am a cook, a writer, a motivational speaker, a pain in the ass, and an inspiration. I am career driven and successful. I am a one percenter, but run out of money every two weeks. I am funny, I am honest, I am raw, and unapologetic. I hope I am able to relate to many, entertain some, and envy a few. I am a bad ass in most everything I do.

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