Two Steps Forward, One Step Back. Or Something.

Well, that was depressing.

Went to the doctor this afternoon. I haven’t been since April, which was shortly after I quit my job. Anyway, I just went in for a weight check to get refills on some meds. After 30 days of no grains, dairy, sugar, booze, and whatever else, I am UP 7.2 pounds. I kind of hate life right now.

There are some mitigating factors– my appointments used to always be in the mornings as opposed to afternoons, etc. Also, I guess I gained quite a bit more in the intervening months than I’d realized, and had to lose all of that. Sigh. Still super bummed though. 

I really, really, REALLY wanted to stop at the Sonic I passed and get a breakfast burrito. I mean, fuck it all. What’s the point? 

And– beware, more whining ahead– it’s not fair. It’s seriously just not fair. Why do I have to work so hard and be so careful for minimal results while there are tiny people out there who consistently litter my social media feeds with pictures of their pizza and ice cream? Waaaahhhh!

Ok, done now. Sorry. I have made progress, and I’m happy about that. I’m happy for my little reprieve tomorrow, too.



It’s the (Nearly) Final Countdown

I will totally reuse this title later. No shame.

Day 24. I have already made plans for beer and pizza next Thursday with a friend of mine. I am not playing around. I will eat and drink all the things. But, until then, and hopefully after, sticking with the plan. 

You know what’s really difficult when you’re trying to remove certain popular, easily accessible foods from your diet? TV and social networking. Mostly with TV, it’s a quick flash and it’s gone, so it’s not as tough. Navigating away from the foodporn pics on FB and IG requires actual willpower, though. What’s harder? Staring at something you can’t have or not even getting to stare at it? I haven’t quite sussed that one out yet.

Anyway, the countdown is on.