I had an eating freak-out. It lasted all week. I still exercised and took my vitamins but I didn’t always get my fruits and veggies in and I ate foods that made me feel like….
It first began with a weight loss competition that I’ve started with my hubby and some friends. We’ve worked out the rules and everything but don’t plan to actually start the competition until November 5 (more details to come). In the past, I’ve always gorged on fattening foods leading up to the day when I planned to start a diet and although I didn’t intend to do that this time, it seems that I have given in to that mentality quite a bit. But I refuse to regain the weight that I have worked so hard to lose!
Look at these jeans. Look at what my thunder thighs did to them.
And I refuse to become the girl who has the jeans-destroying thunder crotch. Look at these thighs–they are way too friendly with each other, and I guarantee I don’t walk with my feet a foot apart like this, so you can imagine how much more friendly they can get when you’ve got the thunder from down under going on:
I refuuuuuuuuuuuuuse! Ain’t. Gonna. Happen.
This blog is supposed to be about the END to my weight loss roller coaster. Which means I must stop this momentary derailing in its tracks. No more pretzels with marshmallows smeared with peanut butter and dipped in chocolate chips. No more giant sugar cookies, candy bars, peanut buster parfaits, Burger King, entire bags of chips, cupcakes. At least not in the quantity I ate them this week.
I will eat healthy foods that make me feel good. I will take vitamins and exercise. I will continue to lose weight. I am worth the effort to feel and look good. God gave me this body and I am going to show it some respect.