I'm going absolutely banana's not knowing my weight. It's been almost 2 whole weeks (Thursday). I feel fat and dumpy today- which isn't helping anything. I know I'm up from the weekend, I can tell- but of course, I knew I would be after two late night ihop runs in a row; not to mention all of the sweets and everything else I ate. But it still sucks. And it especially sucks because I don't know how much I weigh. UGHHHHHH
The good news is that I've been working out everyday. I've only been doing cardio for the last month in attempts to slim down, but I'm starting to feel flabby and gross, so I'm considering adding weights back in to my routine....the problem is I'm slammed this week with work, moving, and social life. Every night I have something going on...and I need to start packing because we're moving on Thursday into the new place and I have NOTHING in boxes yet. I have a little bit of anxiety...ok a LOT of anxiety right now about the whole thing. I keep passing donut places on the streets while I work and they seem to be calling to me...but I'm resisting so far. I hate being tempted. I hate that I love food so much and that I'm always going to have to watch myself and keep myself on track. I mean, of course I love the results, but I miss the days of just eating a donut whenever I wanted without feeling guilty or worrying about my ass. But now that I'm musing about it...I realize...I was never really not worried about my ass back in those days. I just didn't care. But of course I hated myself later for it...otherwise why would I have started this journey in the first place? I hate being fat and feeling gross more than I hate watching my food intake and working out- I'm just a complainer today. I just want to lay in a vat of frosting with unlimited donuts at my disposal without thinking about it. Ok...maybe that was extreme and gross. Maybe I don't want to lay in the vat...just lay beside the vat and dip my donut in it occasionally...hahaha...I'm so sick.
Speaking of food...time for me to figure out what i'm having for lunch. When I sit here and envision a tub of frosting and donuts...subway suddenly does NOT sound appealing. Ugh.