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.
I think you look fantastic, but I know how you feel. It sucks when things get tighter and you suddenly realize that NO, the dryer didn't actually shrink your jeans after all...OOPS. Just don't get too obsessed like I am. It's easy to do and then it's no fun at all!
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