This started with Jenna's birthday weekend. I let myself go a little out of control, but then I didn't reign it in when Jason and I went away for a few days. And while we were away for those few days, we decided to really start trying to move back to the DFW area, which means finding a house and a job. While we wait for Jason to find out about a job, I can start working full time. And we found a house we loved, but now I'm still waiting to hear about a job. And it's SO stressful. And that's why I haven't even tried to be healthy. It's just easier not to.
But I'm tired of it. I'm ready to get back on track. I need to. I want to. These next 6 weeks are still going to be stressful, but I'm hoping and praying it doesn't get the best of me. I was off to a great start. I don't want this to be just another time where I lost some weight, hit a rough patch and then gained it back.
But I'm scared that it's going to be that. I hope I have enough strength to get through it.