My Dad would always let me know that life is not fair.

I have found that weight loss is a lot like walking the wrong way on one of those moving sidewalks at the airport. If you're walking the wrong way you would need to really walk fast and then if you stopped for a second you would be catapulted backwards very very quickly.

I had to wear a suit for the first time since 2018 and my "Lucky Green Suit" no longer fits. This brought on a bunch of emotions and I took a second to take a second to embrace the hatred of myself, the disappointment, the frustration, and really took a second to remember how this feels.

I have fooled myself with lies like "one won't hurt" and many others.

It's working. I'm back down to 222 and headed the right way. It's not easy. It's not fair, but life's not fair.