Really, really, really struggling. I do well all day long and then come home and eat everything in sight.
EVERYthing! A whole box of crackers last night. With cheese. Uuuuggghhhhhh!
I remember when I was 161, 145 sounded good. Now that I’ve been to the other side, 141 is the only thing that sounds and feels good.
145 feels like failure to me. And it’s, seriously, just a few pounds. But it feels like thirty!
I remember when I had those twelve pair of size 10 pants in the closet that I could hardly wait to get into. That was my goal then. I’ve been in those pants for over a year now. Wearing a pair right now. But it just feels fat right now.
I know it has everything to do with not exercising for two months. [Gee ya think?]
Exercised three days in a row, though.
Really, really, really struggling.