Monday

It is Monday. I just got home from the gym, again. I was fine until I became very weak. I hadn't eatten since 2 and my blood sugar was too low to workout. I became so discouraged I just wanted to curl up and cry. It is humiliating to go to the gym for over a year and have nothing change. I suppose I am stronger. Work was good today. I learn something new every day. I would rather be quilting all day but can't pay the bills doing that. Somedays Iwonder what is the point. What is the point of this life I am living.