Bad month is bad.
Thursday, March 30, 2017
Had a weigh-in at the doc's last night; I've gained back 6 lbs. I'm not happy about that but I'm not surprised.
Lots of reasons why the last 6 weeks didn't go well, diet-wise.
Lots of excuses. Loooots of snax and unhealthy eating and not nearly enough exercise.
I'm an emotional eater; the more stressed I get the more I eat.
But then, when I'm happy I also eat.
Feeling affectionate? Eat.
Sad? Stuff that face, girl.
So essentially, I want to eat when I have emotions, therefore since I am not a robot, I want to eat ALL THE DAMN TIME.
Back on the wagon today; I've got a work luncheon and a work-related dinner celebration today (sighhhh), so I could have picked a better day to get back to health. But if I don't fix this I'm going to die young, and wracked with pain as my body shuts down, all because I couldn't find it within me to put down the bag of chips and go for a stupid walk.
I can do this. I'm better than this.