Ugh, 5 more stinking pounds
or at least that's what I think it is since I'm avoiding the scale is how much I need to lose to get to my ideal weight. You know, the weight that I should have hit on April 26th when I turned the big 3-0? I think part of the reason I'm having a hard time losing it is because I didn't reach that goal I set so I just let myself go. I stopped running, stopped going to the gym, stopped counting calories. Wow. What can I expect when I let myself down? I'd like to blame it on lack of sleep and trust me-it's been lacking, being really busy (I have), but there's at least 20 minutes in my day where I'm sitting on my bum doing nothing and I could take that time to get moving.
So, it's time to get back on the weight loss wagon. I'm tired of feeling bad about myself, hiding from mirrors, not fitting into clothes. I want to feel pretty, confident, and fit into my own clothes
and maybe a few new ones too. I need to get off my bum and get moving. If only there was a magic mirror to erase the extra weight in those few places I hate to see it at.
My thoughts on life right now:
What a crappy post. Sorry.
Had to get this out in hopes of motivating myself.
