I haven't mentioned it here, because I really hate being a gigantic loser in front of everyone, but I'm trying to lose weight.
I've been watching what I eat, and I've been exercising on a fairly regular basis. I've been going to the gym at night, by my lonesome, to try and work some of this fat off.
I thought I was doing well. I was down four pounds. Finally headed in the right direction.
Then today, I weighed. All four of those pounds are back. And I'm right back where I started.
I hate this. I hate trying so hard, thinking about it so much, for nothing. Zip. Nada. Zilch. I hate it.
And I'm just having a bad day in general, so it probably doesn't help me at all. I just want to quit. Go eat some ice cream.
I hate this. *sob*
1 comment:
Awww... Bek, hang in there and don't give up. Tomorrow those pounds can be right back off. I completely understand, I'm right there with you. Just hang in there, and it'll be worth all the crud! And remember, use all that hating yourself energy, to hate all the skinny-minnies out there! :)
Love ya,
Shell
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