Life has been kinda nuts. March has been a bad month for me. My Wayne's birthday would have been the 11th, my mom's would have been the 14th. On top of those memories, the 26th of this month Wayne will have been gone for 2 years.
I've been pretty depressed and falling off the wagon a lot. Eating all the wrong things and not caring much.
The surgery was just a tool. I need to get my head back in the game. I am still a stress eater and a depression eating. Seeking comfort from all the wrong things.
It's time to kick it up a notch or kick my own tush, whichever comes first.