Sorry to hear that, BL. My late father had diabetes and went blind. This was in the US, though. He was in a program to train and help him do things after becoming blind. He had to stop working for 911 but did get a job at the library.
Ok, self pity party below...
I'm having a bad day. Trying to keep myself busy so I don't think about food. It's so hard when you have others you have to make food for. Dinner time is the worst! Then, I start thinking I'm barely into Week 2...how on earth will I manage to do this another 90+ days. I remember thinking before I started LL, how I was looking forward to it. I have a love hate relationship with food. Sometimes I would eat so much and I'd think how lovely it would be not to have to eat. Now I'm here longing for it. I'm hoping when the counselling really starts getting more intense, maybe it will get better? We've haven't done much yet...really just getting to know each other mainly...and setting goals.
That's another thing. I don't have any real set goals other than I want to lose the weight. I wish I had something that would keep me on track. If it was as easy as "I want to lose weight," I would have lost it ages ago. I may be going home for Christmas so I guess it would be nice to be thin by then. But, how is that really a goal? In the end, I need to want to do this for myself and not to show other people.
ANYWAY, I keep saying "You're a strong person. You can do this. Don't give up!" to myself. Ugh! Did anyone else struggle like this?!?
Other than all that, I've got PMS. My kids are probably wishing I'd perk up!
