In which I angst about exercising and weight. Skippable.
Tuesday, 26 May 2009 07:41I am so terrified of facing the scales this morning. Ugh. One lousy Memorial Day weekend and I can just see the scale saying "you've gained six pounds, fatass!" If I don't see at least a three to four pound gain in weight, I'll be shocked.
But I must do it. I must face whatever weight I may have gained and do my best to exercise it off and resume eating better. I tried to be very moderate during the memorial day celebration we had, but I doubt it worked.
Still, there's something about struggling for two weeks to lose a single pound and then learning that in three days, I not only found again it, but three or four of it's friends that makes me want to crawl in a corner and sob.
I've been doing this Wii Fit and diet thing since March. I've lost a grand total of six pounds. I feel, somehow, I should have lost more considering that I'm exercising about 45 minutes to an hour five times a week and I am eating a 1200 calorie diet.
It really may be time to go see a doctor about this, because I'm getting just about sick and tired of it. Goddamn it, body, why can't you work for once!
It would be nice to be able to go to a party or have a holiday and know that if I dare to eat a cookie or have a cheeseburger that it won't set me back a month in my progress.
But I must do it. I must face whatever weight I may have gained and do my best to exercise it off and resume eating better. I tried to be very moderate during the memorial day celebration we had, but I doubt it worked.
Still, there's something about struggling for two weeks to lose a single pound and then learning that in three days, I not only found again it, but three or four of it's friends that makes me want to crawl in a corner and sob.
I've been doing this Wii Fit and diet thing since March. I've lost a grand total of six pounds. I feel, somehow, I should have lost more considering that I'm exercising about 45 minutes to an hour five times a week and I am eating a 1200 calorie diet.
It really may be time to go see a doctor about this, because I'm getting just about sick and tired of it. Goddamn it, body, why can't you work for once!
It would be nice to be able to go to a party or have a holiday and know that if I dare to eat a cookie or have a cheeseburger that it won't set me back a month in my progress.