Ususally I end my blogs with a confession and a cheer...well, this one is all a confession.
I have fallen off the wagon. I just havent fallen and then get up. It's the all out fallen and not sure if I can get up. All I want to do is go get in my shower and cry myself dry.
What's wrong with me?
This whole past week has been so stressful. With it being Spring Break and my normal routine gone, and then my mother-in-law being in the hospital. I have just been on a downhill slide. I have lost all intrest in working out. My living room floor is like a cemetary for bad food choices with McDonalds bags everywhere. I have had too many regular sodas that I can't even count. I have eaten chocolate almost every day. Not just one piece, like King Sized.
I don't know what's wrong with me. This is how it always happens. I am motivated for a few weeks and it all seems so new and great, and then I hit the wall. The wall of fear of failure, the wall of I don't care, and the wall of it doesn't matter what I do, I will always be this chunky.
I didn't want to weigh in on Tuesday because I know my horrible weekend choices were bad enough to make me gain back all of the 4 pounds I have lost.
I'm lost....hopeless...and eating as if tomorrow will be my last day.
We went to CiCi's pizza tonight. Big mistake. I ate a whole pizza all to myself. And get this. The pizza place is right next to a Weight Watchers store. The one I used to go to before I got bored and quit almost two years ago. I was so worried someone would see me walking into the CiCi's pizza. Every bite I ate tonight made me feel so sick.
Cheer: I wasn't going to include this...but...I will not quit. I won't let myself quit another attempt to get in better shape. Here's to a new tomorrow.
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