Coming clean

I have been a coward. I have been sticking my head in the sand for the last month, not wanting to touch a scale in fear of the number it will show. But to know where you need to go, you need to know where you are starting from. So yesterday I stepped on to that scale and faced the fear (cue execution music) and found my self to weigh 366.3 lbs. yuck, total disaster. I knew I had gained of course, I am very aware of my body. My feet have been hurting more, bending over has been getting harder, I have been so flipping tired. The writing has been on the wall. But I am just so tired of trying to lose weight. I never seem to get anywhere, or I do well for awhile and then I gain it all back because I just lose the will. I need to stop looking at the big picture, I mean saying to your self I need to lose 160 lbs sure is a lot more discouraging then saying to yourself, "I need to lose 10 lbs". So there is my goal lose ten pounds.