Fuck! That is all I can muster...I am pissed at myself (more at the stupid, fucking bag of Fritos with the side of cheese dip) but more importantly I am pissed that I gave in to my old self. I knew it as I ate. I knew it as I saw my mentor-coach-sister look at me and she didn't say a word...she didn't have to... the scale did not lie this morning.
Fuck!
Two pounds!
Gained!
So, I got it out at the track with trusty Hayley and ever-so-dependable Miranda who pushed me and pushed me and we pushed each other and tomorrow I am going to feel the burn and then I am going to push myself to lose this two-fucking-pound-Frito-fest in my gut!
(No time to blog now...but coming soon: My break-through...almost ready for it.)
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Hey! Change takes time! Don't be so hard on yourself! (Enough exclamation points for you?) You got back out there on that track, and that is what really matters and what is the sign that change is really taking place.
ReplyDeleteThat last sentence didn't make sense. But you get what I mean. I hope.
ReplyDeleteThere will indeed be weeks like this. I am so sorry. Did you consider that you COULD be gaining muscle mass as well? You are doing pretty intense workouts and that is not something you have done in your adult life with regularity right? Muscles are heavier than fat. You should measure in as well. I mean the fritos prolly did not help but it could be a combination.
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