I should explain. Last year (as in last school year) I went from 314 lbs in the summer to 287 in the Winter/early Spring. Go me! Then Summer came again, and now I'm back to 313. As Cathy would say, "Blech". I feel like I'm doomed to repeat the same fat pattern forever in one giant loop. Last year I was so motivated by the promise of having a baby. Well, that never happened. My workout buddy fizzled on me. I'm not sure what happened, but I have a feeling I let her down somehow and she lost interest in me. Summer came and I had SO MANY crochet projects to finish (started one and finished none). And I just let myself go. Oh, let's not talk about the Little Debbie binge I went on a couple of weeks ago (MAN, I still want one. . or five). It's all just so discouraging. Every time I get in "healthy mode" I KNOW that this time is going to be different. I'm going to lose the weight and keep it off! No more moving the slider on the scale for the nurse at the doctor's office from the 250 to the 300 mark. Nope! Not me! I'm going to lose weight and keep it off. I pump myself up so high and then I fall. And when I fall, I fall HARD. If there's one thing I'm really good at, it's being fat. I'm okay at being healthy, but I got the corner of the market on being fat.
Okay, pity party is over. Truth is, I'm working again. That means I'm moving around and since it's Summer and my AC doesn't work so well, I'm sweating a lot. That's a start. Along with the fact that I don't have an unlimited amount of food around my classroom to munch on. The pounds will start to come off soon. What I need to do is start exercising again. And staying away from Little D. She's a baaaaad influence on me.
Okay, on a completely unrelated note: Is this really what I'm supposed to be working for? That's disgusting, Facebook! You should be ashamed.
