For the first time in quite a while I'm really pretty ashamed of my behaviour. I weighed in at the Y at 202.5 lbs, up 1/2 lb. It's funny that I can be OK with whatever the weight is and focus strictly on the health, and get right back on track after minor setbacks, but then it becomes like I forgot that they actually happened and still get my hopes up that my weight will go down. As soon as I saw the weight I remembered the transgressions, but I was already disappointed in my reaction. Somehow I knew that it was going to be bad, and while it was a wonderfully enjoyable day spent with some of my favourite women in the world, I still managed to consume more than my daily calories after 3 pm. It was the worst pigfest I've had in a long time and I'm pretty sure I was just feeling sorry for myself. It's over, but I'm still embarrassed and feeling pathetic.
Better days ahead, stay real...
Love, elly
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