Tuesday: 235 Ok, now I am just getting mad.
What is the point of denying myself the food I love and working out as much as my schedule will allow if NOTHING changes. I rock the treadmill at various speeds and incline for 43 minutes. I only eat 1145 calories total for the day. When I publish my diary, My Fitness Pal sends me a warning that says if I don’t eat more than 1200 calories in a day my body will go into starvation mode. Great.
Wednesday: GAWDFARGINGDAMNIT! Still at 235.
I exercise hard before work. 30 minutes on the treadmill and 30 minutes on the Wii. Both as hard as I can push myself. I eat two small breakfast’s and make sure I go slightly over my calorie budget for the day. I end the day at -67 calories. Hopefully this will mean something.
Thursday: *stare blankly at the scale, then proceed to throw as many rude gestures at it as I can* 23fricken5.
Now I should note here that Wednesday night I thought about something that hasn’t really been happening for awhile. If it does happen, it is a struggle and barely worth noting. With that thought in mind, I decided to take a laxative before bed. (Aren’t you glad you know this?) Well, I had never taken one before and wasn’t sure how effective they are……….so I took two. So I haven’t exercised yet today, been busy doing other……………..things. Feeling better this evening, might try to go for a walk after dinner.
|False advertising, I was NOT a new woman afterwards.|
|The Blizzard still loves me....*sob*|
|Erin Go Bragh|