These past couple of weeks have been an epic fail for me.
I didn't lose any weight for my trip (surprise, surprise). Actually, I'm at the heaviest that I have ever been. The scale read 264 yesterday morning (hangs head in shame). I have done the exact opposite of what I am supposed to be doing, which is eat right and work out. I've been eating like crazy and my elliptical machine and weights are collecting dust. It's frustrating! I have the tools I need, I know what I need to do and yet my little mind cannot grasp the idea of losing weight. This sucks bad!
And there are more stressful and trying times in store for me.
My boyfriend got let go from his job. So now our already suffering budget is going to be suffering even more. I'm happy that I'm going to be taking this little vacation to Los Angeles, but sad to know that everything I need to worry about will be here when I get back.
But things could be a lot worse, so I have that to be thankful for. I have my health, my job, my boyfriend, mi gato, a roof over our heads and food in our tummies. So really I shouldn't be complaining.
I have lots of stuff to do tonight with the packing and the organizing of the room before we leave, but I'm hoping to get at least 30 minutes on the elliptical. My body is craving movement. I feel like an 80 year old woman with all these aches in my bones, joints, and muscles. Not a good feeling. I know some exercise is just what I need.
Where has she been?
1 week ago