Weighed in today. I’m back up to 224.2 again. I’m really not surprised because I kind of figured that the 2 pound loss of last week was water weight, or just something that could easily come back. I need to kick my butt into gear again, as I’m not nearly as enthusiastic as before. It’s funny because I was seeing results, but I just…stopped. I was getting bored. I have the attention span of a goldfish. I need to try something different because I am unmotivated when it comes to work outs and food. Bleh.
Sometimes at night I suddenly become aware of all the things I’m missing out on right now, and all the people who I’m not close to anymore, and all of the good times that will never happen again, and all the people who meant the world to me who have forgotten about me forever, and I get this awful feeling that’s kind of like a mix between loneliness and nostalgia.
Fit back into my size 14 jeans from my pre-gallbladder surgery days!
The funny thing is is that I fit into these when I was 17 pounds lighter than I am right now. I must be losing more inches this time around as I am actually including exercise rather than just being on an extremely low fat diet due to gallbladder issues.
The day I see a size 12 pant, I will throw a fit of happiness. You watch. But right now, a 14 is quite the cause for celebration.