Here I am, a few day shy of my yearlong anniversary of hard exercise.
What do I have to show for it?
Nothing. No, really - nothing.
My weight has turned again for the worse, I am consistently gaining again. I can't stay motivated or focused for more than a day at a time, and I'm so exhausted from trying.
I don't think I can do this, and I really need to learn to just give into my fate, and accept the fact that I will never be beautiful.