Getting it off my chest...

You know what?  I have something to get off my chest (and no its not my sizable bazoongas!). 

I'm afraid.  

Afraid I can't do this 20 minutes of exercise a day, three days a week.  

Afraid I can't make it a normal, everyday part of life. 

Afraid of a life without chocolate.  

Afraid to stand on the scales. 

I keep trying to tell myself I can be strong.  I can make choices. I can be in control.  I can have those tough conversations with myself.  

I don't want to let Jen down.   I don't want to let myself down.  

I want Steve and the kids to be proud of me.  I want my mum to be proud of me.  

I want to be proud of me.