Week 35

Loss: 26.2

This week: + 3.8

Karlie had taken a serious thought to making better friends with God. He clearly had something against her. In a matter of one week her existence had gone from, "how do I cope," to, "how do I survive." Both her and Stewart's car's were down, they had no money, her mom, and now most recently her grandmother went into the hospital. She knew the only other thing God could throw at them was something that would just push her over the edge.

He goal for the week was to track every day and come Monday she'd already failed. She was mad at herself and frustrated by falling into old coping patterns. Being up almost four pounds should have been a wake-up call but she felt no more in control or determined than the last few weeks. It was sad, something she wanted so badly and being rid of something that hindered her so much was not doing the trick anymore.

She especially wasn't looking forward to seeing her therapist again and tell her she feels completely out of control and attacked by the world at large. And if it were plausible she'd stay in bet with Dryers and Captain Morgan all day.

She and Stewart had finally made some progress. Talking about marriage and her going back to school. Things were more open, there was more team work. She wished she could have his relaxed way of looking at life. Wished she could just say it'll happen when it happens. But it wasn't her nature. She was a planner, she set goals and worked toward them, She liked deadlines, firm way of knowing when when had to have something done or ways of knowing she wasn't waiting for a working toward nothing.