Monday was one of those days that you wish you stayed in bed.
I was hit so hard by AF, I felt so terrible, sick, bloated, tired, achy, etc. that I actually left work over an hour early to go home and get in my sweats. I’ve never done that. Ever.
But I did go to my weigh in.
I know I had a bad week but FOR CHRIST’S SAKE I gained 3 lbs. ugh. I know it’s the AF weight. But still.
The problem with where I am right now is this….this is the point where I feel a depression coming on. I haven’t lost much because I haven’t been a WW super star. I’m frustrated with work and I am in a big rut money-wise. Plus, I’m getting depressed that we are not selling our condo. This all is making me feel like a big fat loser and I want nothing else but to curl up, sit on the couch and get fatter.
Last night, after the WW meeting, I ate 2 helpings of meatloaf and mashed potatoes. Plus, I had a big piece of crumb cake for dinner. Fuck WW.
I know. I know. Not the right attitude.
This morning. I wrote all of that crap down. Maybe 22 points for dinner alone?!!? I don’t know.
I’ve been up at the crack of dawn and in bed late so I haven’t got up to hit the treadmill since Friday. Work and AF are making me tired – even feeling flu-like. But it hasn’t curbed my eating.
I’m not giving up hope. Don’t worry. I have 25 days left until Memorial Day weekend and I can do this! (why does my math not seem to be adding up?!?!)
And then I have 28 more days after that before the big golf tournament that we see all the lesbians at! I need to be skinnier by then, definitely!