Well, that's me right now. I'm there. Living every moment of that awful feeling knowing that I, and only I, am responsible for the choices I've made. The way I'm currently feeling is COMPLETELY my doing. It sucks!
The last two months I've been in a funk. It started with a lack of interest in running. No wonder considering I had an injury and just a lack of focus after helping my friend train for a marathon. I didn't worry too much about the lack of running. My body needed some rest to heal, it really did. My weight didn't change and I was still eating healthy, so no big worries.
But, of course, that snowballed. Eventually my eating habits started taking little hits. A few less veggies, a little less water, some unhealthy choices. Somehow I was still getting away with it. My weight crept up a couple pounds, but I still felt pretty good, still looked fine, and my clothes were still fitting the same. I was getting away with it ... or so I thought.
We're now going full speed down that slippery slope. What started as less exercise and a little unhealthy eating has now morphed into a monster who does not exercise, and those bits and bites have turned into a daily habit that includes everything from Snickers bars and red licorice to McDonald's Double Cheeseburgers - sometimes all of the above.
I've hit rock bottom!
My clothes are tight. Those "couple" pounds have grown far beyond what I am comfortable carrying as a "few extra". I'm SICK of feeling full ALL THE BLOODY TIME!!!!!!! I've forgotten what "hungry" feels like. I haven't felt a hunger signal in I don't know how long.
The journals come out again. The filthy habits stop NOW! Summer is coming and I won't be comfortable this way. Heck, I'm not comfortable this way now and it's cold & rainy.
This morning I weighed 154.2, though I FEEL like alot more than that. I hate being over 150 and really feel best under 147. Commencing today, I will be reporting my weight every Monday morning.
Enough is enough .... I'm coming back!