I Gave Up

This process has been really hard. Getting in shape is lonely and hard and exhausting and the rewards have been minimal. Last night laying in bed I realized I killed myself for almost 3 months for only 5 pounds, and I gave up. It was a bad week, I started slipping up at the office - a muffin here, a bagel there, a few bites of chocolate candy, sleeping instead of morning cardio, and last night I gave up.
BUT, Mr. Boyfriend give me a stern talking too, he was disappointed in me and knew I could do better. This morning he (literally) picked me up out of bed and forced me to weigh myself and then walk the dog. At Starbucks in line today I was all set to order a Pumpkin Latte, but I got a plain Green Tea instead. I am back bitches!
Thank you boyfriend. Sometimes you really can't do it all alone.

Hut, Hut, Hike!