I haven't weighed myself in MONTHS and I'm pretty sure I'm back over 200 pounds. Way to backslide! There's always a point where you can turn things around. I'm trying to turn things around and get to that point.
Social anxiety keeps me out of the gym sometimes. I know to some that would seem like an excuse, but those who are closest have seen me in the midst of a full-fledged panic attack from being out in social arenas. Yes, I work with the public. Yes, I go out into public quite often. But when I feel that fear gripping the edges of my psyche, it's very hard to talk myself off the edge and realize that the risk of being out in public outweighs the anxiety that comes with it.
That being said, I'm mustering up the courage to leave the house and head to the gym. It's not easy, trust me. I'm glad they're open for another six hours. That's at least four hours I can talk myself into going.
I even have to do this when I take the dog down to pee. Poor thing will be doing the pee pee dance while I'm trying to get over my anxiety shit.
I will definitely put up an accountability pic if I make it to the gym.
When. WHEN I make it. Not if.
