Thanksgiving was awful. I stayed home and cleaned all day. Wyatt stayed in his room.
I drove to McDonald’s and got Wyatt and and I hamburgers. Rae and the kids went to her dad’s. Wyatt wanted a traditional Thanksgiving dinner but I don’t have it in me.
Robbie texted me happy Thanksgiving. I said you, too. That was two days ago.
I’ve been eating better. I haven’t lost any weight but I’m still walking up the steps three times a day and I’m doing my arm weights. I weigh 175 pounds. I’m trying to pick up the treadmill today. I’m going to lose weight this time. I’m not giving up this time. I want to be 130 pounds. I need to feel better about myself.
I still feel dark and numb.