Y'all remember that little thing I started about 4 weeks ago, called the 7 Week Fat-tervention???
Yup, neither do I.
There is zip motivation up in here. None. Nada. Zilch.
It's like ever since Thanksgiving I have mauled every fatty, salty, sweet, craptastic food known to man. And on top of that, Gym time????
What's a Ggg-I-E-mmm?
I know what I'm doing. Or more accurately, I know what I'm not doing. And the worst part.....I have no energy to change. I die.
The only small shitsilver lining is that I haven't been gorging. yeah for me. I stop when I'm full, and generally don't have a second helping.
That has kept me at about the same weight as when I last weighed in. Yes, I have stepped on the flat chested whore and she was a little kind, for once.
Well, I'm going to try to eat better, I started last night with a pesto chicken pasta, and I'm going to try and make it to the gym. However, and I know this sounds soooo bad, you have permission to kick my ample pooper, I'm not going to stress about it and I'm not going to force it. There's so much stress with the holidays, traveling, never seeing my husband, working extreme overtime, working my little photo business, and other shit, that I don't want to have to worry about calories, lettuce, 10 minute miles, and sore muscles.
Hopefully, after the holidays, I will suck just a pinch less. Uggghhhh.