I’ve felt lost lately.
Food seems to have one of my best friends.
It makes feel happy and never seems to talk back to me.
Also I have dreaded exercise.
So I have kind of lost my way.
Again I sat in the Doctor’s office and winced at the number on the scale.
The only consolation was I had not gained back all the weight I had lost.
I have moped around and felt pretty sorry for myself.
To be honest I truly hated myself for the failure.
But the times I feel lost create moments of enlightenment. I go from despair to hope.
There’s always an answer as well as a feverish desire to stay healthy.
The tears I cried have subsided.
There’s some work I need to do.
So here’s my list.
Getting lost has never been the problem.
Finding my way back provides the biggest challenge!