I’m not sure what is going on with me lately (other than the pms), but I am feeling extremely rebellious. My life is consumed with trying to keep a healthy diet and exercise- and figuring out ways to save money and pay off my debt.
Anyways, I said all that to say- I’m not weighing in tomorrow.
I don’t care.
Ok- I do care, but I don’t care to know how much I have gained this week.
And instead of feeling bad about it, I’m just not gonna look.
I’m writing this week off all together, and I will be back in the gym on Saturday (pinkie swear!).
I don’t know how to explain it. I haven’t been to the gym at all this week- the only thing I have been doing is watching Sex and the City and eating. I’ve given in to every craving I’ve had this week- Chinese food, pizza hut pizza, twizzlers, chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, mint chip ice cream, frozen Margaritas (which later turned in to shots of tequila), risotto… and the list goes on.
G asked if I wanted to go jogging with her around the neighborhood in the morning before work-My excuse; I just straightened my hair and don’t want to mess it up.
The worst part is I have no remorse for my unproductive behavior.
Whacha gonna do… shit happens.