The pants I wore to my job in Virginia are snug. To say the very least. The jeans I bought here in Pittsburgh back in August are a beginning to inhibit my circulation. My lack of job finds me at home most days struggling not to eat all the food in the house. Picking up a few shifts at Angelo's has me struggling not to eat all the food at Angelo's. Including: pizza, fried fish sandwiches, fresh cut fries, chili, bread and butter or a combination of the above.
And I've always said that I don't really care to be skinny. I just want to be healthy. And feel good about myself.
Well tight pants do nothing for my self-esteem. And even though I've been sticking to my resolutions - exercising everyday (okay - I haven't done it EVERYday), eating more fresh foods, not being afraid of different foods - I'm gaining weight.
I need someone to be accountable to. Someone who I feel like I "owe" it to to do my best. To stop eating when I am satisfied. To go to the gym. To skip the chocolate. Just once. Or most times.
And the problem is, I don't have that person. I only have myself. So I am going to use this blog. And y'all are going to have to read about it.
Unless you don't want to, of course. This is a free country after all.
Starting tomorrow - Weigh-in Wednesdays start.