As the title suggests, I had a small gain this morning when I weighed myself. From 228.6 to 229 lbs so although it's probably not the end of the world, it certainly feels like it to me and I'm restricting even tighter today. Also I'm doing something weird - I'm putting off my meals for as long as I can before I eat them. For example, instead of eating breakfast within half an hour of getting up like normal, I waited for over an hour, just to test my mental strength. The same went for lunch and will probably happen at dinner.
I feel disgusting though, I've drunk so much fizzy soda that I feel bloated and huge. It's because I said I would cut down yesterday - every time I say that my intake of it goes through the roof. I just feel huge and fat and wish I wasn't like this.
I'd be really happy to see 228 on the scale again tomorrow. I have Zumba in the morning, so a loss will get me pumped up for that. I have done some exercise today, because of the snow, me and the boyfriend walked to the local supermarket because the roads were closed. I need to up my game though.
My hair turned out quite well, but I can't work the camera, so photos will have to wait.
Ah well, back to the constant anxiety over food and myself for the rest of the day then...
Ta-raa!
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