Fat and Not Happy

I use to be a size 4.  I liked buying anorexic sizes.  I still had the trademark pouch on my belly, but I wasn't fat.  I was just starting to firm up my jiggly bits. 

There was a time when I worked out at least three days a week.  It wasn't particularly structured, but I did work up a sweat and stayed small.  There were times I would stray from my routine and I noticed a change in my body and mood.

After my last tragic romance, I fell into a funk.  I started to eat meat and just didn't feel up. Well, seven months later and thirty pounds later, I'm a sad Amy.

The hardest part is getting back into the rhythm.  I worked out a little Monday and plan to go back Friday.