How hard could it be?

I take a deep breath as I burry my head in my hands thinking hard about what it is that I am going to say today. How to pick up the pieces of this incomplete puzzle, I feel like an overdue project doomed for failure. I am a mess and after giving up so abruptly on my goal weight last year, I am back again, not as motivated as before and perhaps not as eager to write about my failures on this blog as it steadfastly confirms my imperfections.

If you know me well you will know that I am forever changing I don't stay in one place for too long I don't keep the same friends for too long I get bored easily - the number of clothes and shoes and bags I have in my wardrope bears testimony to my everchanging taste, my inconsistency if you will. If there's one thing I've ever been consistent in over the past 6 years it's gaining weight. After my many promises sworn statements and testimonies I am back at 106 kgs feeling like this might be where I actually belong, too fat and mostly too tired to do a damn thing about it.

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