So yeah, pretty much if I’m
not posting, or saying anything specific in general about how I’m doing, it
means I’m off the rails. Which is the
case this week. I just get so damn
disgusted with myself – seriously, over a YEAR in this same exact 10-pound
weight range, with the same pattern over and over.
Gah! Vegas!
Sundresses! Energy!
I am putting all my efforts
for the next few days/weeks/whatever into breaking the *%$#ing 200
barrier. Seriously, it’s FIVE AND A HALF
POUNDS. Really? In the olden days of dieting, that would be
Week 1.
I wish it was (were?) as
simple as “just stop eating junk”. I
really do. No one is holding a gun to my
head to make me eat Doritos! I know
exactly what I need to do to lose weight, and I want to get this weight off my
body SO BADLY. And yet, down the hatch
goes the junk. I don’t get it, I truly
don’t. It’s 100% in my power to completely
change my body. I can buckle down right
now, eat what I’m supposed to, count my calories, work out like a banshee, and
make a major difference within a couple months.
I’m completely allowed to do that.
There are no obstacles in my path other than my own laziness and love of
sugar and salt. I can do it for
free! And I just don’t. Why the hell not?????????????