Ugh.
I. Feel. Awful. I haven't been to WW since the end of Sept. My eating has gotten completely out of control. I gained back the little bit I had lost and then some (not a new story). I feel like such a tub of fat. I HATE feeling this way. I have no energy. I'm SO tired.
And I know that if I ate better and actually moved my butt once and awhile, I would feel much better. I haven't been drinking enough water, which certainly isn't helping. All I'm eating is carbs and sugar and fat. Why? Because it tastes good and is easy. It's much easier to sit on the couch and eat cookies out of the box for dinner than stand up and actually cook something.
I could come up with a million different excuses for why I've fallen off the wagon again. How it all started with Connect and how I had no control over what was served. And then Mags was here and we ate out a fair bit. And I've been busy at work and tired. And blah blah blah.
They're just excuses. I'm not eating well because I don't care enough right now to eat well. And the sweets just taste really good. Nevermind the heartburn and intestinal distress and bloating and ingestion when I stuff too much.
GAH! I just feel so gross. It's such a viscous cycle. I need to break out of it. I know I'll feel better if I do. And that's not even considering any poundage that might be lost. But I'm so tired. I don't want to think about it. I don't want to have to plan. I don't want cook. I want someone else to take care of me.
WAH! Welcome to my pity party. Did you bring any chocolate?
