My gym is getting rich off of me, because I haven't been in probably a year. I am, again, at my heaviest weight of my life. I'm addicted to fast food, sodas, and (since it is summer) ice cream. Time to start from scratch again.
I had a doctor's appointment for a physical this morning during which I asked for help in losing weight. Should drugs be considered? Could we schedule quarterly follow-ups just so I'd have someone to be accountable to? Basically, I was told that unless I had a thyroid problem (which I'm sure I don't) then there is no reason why I can't lose weight if I just do the work.
Duh.
But my walking buddy pooped out on me after just 2 walks together. My gym buddy only made it with me once before quitting the gym. My roommate didn't make one single farmer's market trip with me. My boyfriend hasn't lost a single pound either.
One tiny success today: I only ate out once. I got a breakfast sandwich from Subway (egg white, swiss, lettuce, tomato, and mayo on an english muffin). And I only drank one soda. . . the one passing through my lips right now.
I was hoping my first post back would be full of energy and enthusiasm and determination, but I really feel a little deflated tonight. Sorry, guys.
