I really do feel like I need to do something about the problem, but I'm not loving the idea of an organized weight management group. It's a bizarre feeling that has kinship with the idea that seeking out counseling was tantamount to admitting defeat. It should be something I can take care of on my own. After all, I know exactly what I need to do. Everyone does. Strange then, that we mostly end up with failed and/or half-assed attempts to lose weight and get into shape. For every person that gets his shit together, there's ten who don't.
Spent most of the day yesterday freaking out over nothing. Today I've settled into a state of minor despair over the condition of my existence. Mourning, right? Heh.
I need to do something to take care of myself.