I hit Rock Bottom a few days ago. It was pathetic – I’m pretty sure most rock bottom experiences are. I’m overweight. Really, hugely overweight. Most of America is, but I have been having my own pitty party for about a month now. I’m sick of it. Tired of being fat. Tired of my clothes not fitting right. Tired of being tired.
Anyway, so what does my rock bottom look like? Well, lets just say it started with going to the store in hopes of finding some shirts that didn’t feel uncomfortable when I wear them. Did I find anything? No. Then I thought, hey! I’m going to stop at the grocery and pick up some sushi for lunch. That’s a fantastic, low-fat lunch, right? Yep! But when I get to the grocery did they have anything that looked even remotely good? No. By this time I’m running out of time on my lunch break, so I just say screw it and go through the drive through at White Castle. Long way from a healthy lunch right? Yep. But when I walked through the grocery, I was so focused on the sushi, that I was almost in tears when they didn’t have anything. But I digress. I go through the line at WC and order 3 cheese burgers, onion rings and a bottle of water (at least I got the water right). As I’m sitting in the drive thru tears are just pouring. The poor woman at the drive through probably thought I was a disaster waiting to happen. So I get my lunch and cry the whole way back to the office while I’m eating my WC lunch. I felt utterly defeated. Defeated and fat.
Ok, maybe it’s not rock bottom, but it sure felt like it. I really wanted to crawl under a rock and die that day. How am I going to overcome this rock bottom moment? I’m not really sure yet. I was going to join the gym, but Murphy’s Law has decided that isn’t going to happen. There is, however, a local Bollywood Workout Class that I’m thinking about taking. How much fun would that be?
I’ll keep you posted on how things turn out. But I’m hoping that I’ve hit bottom and there’s nothing but up from here.