I've packed on a lot of pounds the past five years since the kids died.
Mourning and grief can be such an isolating thing and I did isolate myself.
Time stopped and there was little else but sit and think and sit and cry; and eat apparently!
Now I need to shed and I don't seem to have the motivation to do it.
I need to get my mojo back.
It's alluding me!
Where did my mojo go?
One thing I know I hate that I'll have to do this alone.
I'd love if my husband would do it with me but he's not into this kind of thing.
I think having someone to do it with- a buddy would be fun, even helpful, but my friends well.... they're all in pretty good shape.
Darn, I want my mojo back.
I wish I knew where my mojo went.
It's hidden in this body I no longer like!