So. I have fallen off of the workout wagon and rolled in the dust for the last few months. So much so that my new pants don't fit and I had to go up a size again. I am so so sad, but not so sad that I didn't eat a ton of chocolate mochi this weekend.
Last week I started the basic program in my Body Weight Exercise Bible and weighed myself for the first time in months. It was so traumatic that I blanked the exact weight but according to my Wii it was about 295.5 lbs. I have finished one week of the ten week course and I lost 0.2 lbs. Hard to feel inspired to continue, however I have found that these exercises seem easy, I have been extremely sore in the aftermath. I do find I feel like I can move better and I don't feel so fat.
Eating is my next hurdle in my health. Alcoholics have it easy; they can just not take another drink. People with eating disorders live in their own private hell. They have to eat and have to face those pitfalls at every meal.
And in between meals.
And when they are stressed.
And now.
A little I think that Bulimia wouldn't be such a bad idea right now. I ate waaaaaay too much for breakfast (since I didn't eat at home, my mistake). But I think if I puked, I wouldn't feel better in the long run.
Anyway. Here goes...
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