My support system

My support system is me. That is probably why I always fail at the weight loss thing. I do all the grocery shopping and errand running by myself so there's no one to say "no". When I'm having a bad day my will power gives out and I usually bring home something I shouldn't. I'm home with the kids all night typically by myself so there's no one to say "hey fatty, go workout". I'm not doing so bad this time. I did the treadmill Monday and today I attempted a Jillian Michaels DVD. I got 14 minutes into it when I just couldn't do anymore. My goal is to get 2 minutes farther into it each time. I think I can manage that. I spend most of my time focusing on getting the kids where they need to be, getting things done around the house, and making sure my husband has what he needs. By 9pm, I have nothing left to give, not even to myself. So, I guess I wish I had someone who had the time to ask "How'd you do eating today" or "I'll put the kids to bed, you go on the treadmill". Yes, I'm whining. I'm very lucky and I have a blessed life, yet without my food, I feel empty. Well, time to read to the kids, jump in the shower and fold some laundry. Tomorrow is a new day, right?