Hitting the Proverbial Wall Again

I'm just going to come right out and type it.

I can't stand how I look, how my face looks, how my arms feel tight most days.

There, it's out.

I was trying on a dress today, and a light bulb went off when I realized that maybe the reason my face looks puffy is from the inflammation.

My sister agrees with me. It just looks so puffy. I hate it. I hate how puffy I look. I hate that my arms feel so tight at times that I can't wear certain shirts.

I can't keep doing this to myself. I can't keep allowing myself to hit these brick walls. It's frustrating. It's disheartening. It's saddening.

It makes me cry, to look at myself and not see the same person anymore.

I started to be more proactive about being active a few months ago. But I let the side slip, the one about ensuring I ate all the right foods that my body needs to combat all this crap going on in my body.

So I'm back to researching the things that I need to eat more of to fight off the inflammation.

Side note: I rarely eat things I shouldn't.