I'm starting over again. Tomorrow. Why is it so gosh darn hard for me??? Maybe because I've grown so accustomed to being this way. Alissa describes one of her clients in her book as having been "Comfortable with being uncomfortable." It's scary, but that's sort of the way I feel. I've just been this way for so long. Ever since I've been really heavy, I've asked my boyfriend to do a lot of things for me that I am capable of doing myself (Like getting me a glass of water and other stupid stuff like that). It takes more effort now because I've very overweight, but I'm still able to do them. But I've gotten used to having less responsibility. This makes me really sad. I never thought I'd get like this. But here I am. I have to get back on track. I'm so sick of myself.