once again 331.5.. not gonna stress.. too many cookies.. need to stop ..
yesterday my mood was so bad that was all I wanted.. food. the one good thing is going to bed at 9 means no nighttime eating.. I served the family jello then hit the sack.
biked again for 20 min but that was only 2.88 miles.
The part of the biggest loser that hit me the most was Maria's fear of water.. she let that fear beat her. That would so be me.. I live around my fears.. my fears control my life. I know that.. no one needs to tell me or remind me. I live with it.. My dad lived with it. What more can I say.