Okay, so I'm starting to realize that my house has become a prison, of sorts.. and mom or dad, if you are reading this (which I hope you aren't), it's nothing you all have done..
My grandmother is out of town, so my mom and I are feeding her babies (fur babies, that is) while she's gone.. I walked into her house today and felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders.. honestly, it was like the exhaustion I'd been feeling was gone..
I hate that my life is cramped into a small room.. and it's getting worse.. I basically work and sleep anymore.. on the random occasion that I actually get out of my house, it's only with my besties Amanda or Cassie..
I'm hoping that with my new job (and benefits) that I can start my meds, get therapy, and MOVE OUT OF MY PARENTS HOUSE.. lol.. I sadly think that one big reason I'm not succeeding in weight loss is bc it's not my top priority.. right now, my top priority is staying afloat, without totally screwing up what normal life I have..
Sadly, the meds part won't be happening til March, but I will be moving out in January or February.. :)