I've always been a self destructive person from emotional eating, drinking and spending. When I needed relief I did what I could to soothe my pain. Now that I am a married, stay at home mother of a 6 month old, my self destruction is limited to food.
Since the start of my two month countdown, I have had cheat days or "fuck it" days where I eat bad once and just let the rest of my day go to pot. This weekend was one of those days. It was a bumpy weekend, so of course I ate despite working out.
But when I stepped on the scale Sunday, I decided that I need to kill it with these "fuck it" days because all of my work goes to waste in a matter of a couple of meals. Temporary satisfaction for longer term setbacks.
So Monday (day 32), I decided I was going to restart my efforts. Because in a month from today I plan to be in Atlanta visiting friends and family and it would be nice to get to my short term goal of 190 by then. While I was 206 on Sunday, I weighed in at 203.6 this morning.
I had to ask my husband for help and I have been fortunate that he is supportive. I have no self control, he stopped me from eating fried chicken just yesterday and has been on board with my healthier dinner choices.
I was taking Xenadrine, a weight loss pill, but decided to take something else. I am taking fish oil and a new weight loss pill. I've also been trying to make better food choices.
While I haven't started yet, I decided that I needed to try some other workout options than just the gym. Maybe even working out twice a day. But I am still going to the gym with cardio being my main focus but definitely doing weights as well.
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