So last night I finally drug myself to the gym after taking last week off. I decided to weigh myself to see if my "diet" had had any effect over the past 3 weeks. I've been keeping track of calorie consumption and trying to cut back on fat, etc. Well, I've gained a pound and a half since undertaking the calorie tracking. Nothing quite like gaining weight when you're trying to lose weight. I wanted to pummell someone. I wonder what people thought when they saw my hate filled face on the elliptical machine glaring at every person and thing. I wish it was easy to snap out of a bad mood, because I would do it if I could. When I get in a funk there's no escaping it.
It's time to take my fat ass to the gym more often because I'm going to get these lbs off if it's the last fucking thing I do.
Happy Fucking Valentine's Day!
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