Every Pound...

It's funny to think that the only real thing standing in front of me and complete happiness is myself. Like my issue with my weight. I have fed myself every pound... is it possible that the craving and the obsession is all in my head? I have the opportunity to be as great and beautiful as I choose. It's all up to me. Maybe that's what makes it so scary. The fact that we can't blame our failures on anything or anyone. We will all reap what we sow.