Warning: Pity Party Ahead
This week, I feel like crap. I feel like a loser. I’m depressed about my weight gain. I’m angry because my endurance sucks. I am dreading my yearly work physical this summer. I hate that I’m starting all over with my running. I hate that I’ve just stopped caring.
And I hate these THIRTY FLIPPIN’ POUNDS.
I went to the gym alone today and spent an hour on the treadmill. It gave me some time to think about where I’m at and what my new goals are. I’m trying to be optimistic. Really, I am. It has just been so incredibly hard to get myself back on track. I go from being ready to take on the world to just wanting to hide under a rock with a box of Twinkies in about 2.5 seconds.
I know in my heart that I can do this. I can lose this weight (again). But my head is telling me how difficult it is going to be.
I’ll be better tomorrow but for tonight, I just want to pout.