How Can I Stop Eating So Much?
I didn't post anything yesterday because I was too busy. Sorry.
I just read a letter I wrote to Al a while ago. It's still hard for me to believe that he's gone. In about five weeks, he will have been dead for three years. It feels like it all happened yesterday. It's all very vivid. And I still cry over him.
I've slowed way down at the gym, and I gotta tell ya. I'm feeling better—not so tired. My leg still hurts, but the stretching is helping.
The diet still sucks, and I think I've probably gained a few pounds—at least that's how it feels. I wish I could sit here and say that I've been eating right. But I can't. Last night, it was all I could do to keep from heating up some french fires that I bought for the girls over the weekend. I didn't do it. But I came very close. I don't know how to get my motivation back. I don't know what it will take.
Well, today promises to be another busy day.
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