Woke up this morning, feeling crappy but wanted to do a measurement check since it's been over a month now. I'm down an inch in the waist and an inch and a half in the hips, so woo hoo! Proceed to eat a shit load of salty carbs. Wait, what? Why do I do this? Why do so many people do this? Progress? Try and destroy it!
I'm smart and I know what I eat today is not going to ruin my efforts but I need to be on high alert because this type of behavior is the shit that keeps me starting over, and over and over since regaining the weight. It's bizarre to me how I kept it off for years and then it's like a dam broke and it came flooding back on and has not left. There are worse things in life but this is what I have to bitch about today. Heh.
I'm home today, yay! My family is well and happy and school's end is drawing ever nearer. Woot! Need to get my ass unglued from this couch to go talk with the travel agent about our Europe trip. Now THAT is something to be excited about, in comparison inches and pounds don't hold a candle.
I've been reading everyone, just very tired and funky. Blue mood, not smelly.