Back to Fat Camp for Dana

I'm letting my life pass me by. I'm literally sitting here letting life turn out the way I don't want it to. I hit some sort of mental roadblock at the end of the year. I was doing soooo great. But then something happened. Don't know what it was, but I can't get over it. At the Biggest Loser resort in Sep/Oct, I lost 14 pounds. But more importantly than that, I got on track. I was living a healthy lifestyle AND I brought it home with me. For 3 months, I was doing awesome and lost another 25 pounds. But now I've gained it back. All 25. So I'm at or a little above where I was when I left the result. How discouraging!

I think discouragement is a big part of it. Sometimes I'm so overwhelmed by how far I have to go, I just throw in the towel. I've realized that I need to go back to the resort for a bit because I can't get myself back on track. Every day, I try. Every night, I get myself ready for the next day. And almost every day and night, I fail. Time to take control of my life again, starting with being healthy again. I'll be blogging while I'm there, so check back here soon :)

Change, Change, Change

My how things have changed! And the more things change, the more I reevaluate where I'm at.

I don't mean to sound like I'm complaining, because I'm very thankful for everything I do have. I have a great job, I don't have to worry too much about money and I have great friends and family. It's just that I never thought I'd be in the situation I'm in.

I'm not going to lie - it's tough being away from your friends and family in a town where you know no one. I'm lucky enough to have nice people to work with, but I'm definitely struggling with making new friends outside of work. It's very easy to stay inside your little cocoon at home where it's nice and safe and it's difficult to think of places to go alone that will be safe and where you'll meet new friends. It's a little strange to think of a better way to say "Hey, I'm a loser with no friends. Wanna be my friend?" ;)

I sold my house, but it's bittersweet. I definitely needed to sell or I would be stuck with a mortgage in Indiana and expensive rent to pay in New Orleans, which I wouldn't be able to afford. But now, it's just that if I wanted to go home, there's no "home" to go to. No safety net. I'm here now...with no escape plan! :)

I guess no one knows where they're going to end up. And again, I don't mean to come off as complaining. I have a good life and to a great extent, your life is what you make it. It's just that I'd trade everything I've got for true love and a family of my own. Am I the only out there to feel this way?