Ups and downs are a known setback for dieting. However I did not expect to come crashing down this bad after so much success. I've failed on a catastrophic level guys and my depression regarding the whole ordeal has prevented me from picking myself back up. I think about it every day but I can't seem to bring myself to actually kick my butt into gear. I'm pretty sure I gained it all back. My downward spiral started when the batteries in my scale died. I no longer could track my weight and being who I am I constantly forget to get new batteries. Because of this I slipped, thinking that because I couldn't see it on the scale that I wasn't doing any damage. Then old habits just gripped me tight again and I completely gave up. I've been putting off getting new batteries for the scale because I am terrified of what it will say.
I've gotten back to the point where just existing is uncomfortable. Moving is hard and all I want to do is sit at the tv or computer and do nothing. My heart aches for the lost progress and what could have been. I could have been so far but I'm back in a size 3x terrified to shop for an even bigger coat as winter approaches. I could use some support so if anyone is still out there please reach out to me. I need help.
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