morning weight: xxx lbs (no loss in 3 days...what the hell...ugh)
This is enough to send me off to buy some comfort food. Someone said to me "Oh calories shouldn't count at times like these." Well, guess what, they do. For an addict, they damn well do. In fact, they count more. If I allow myself to eat my emotions, how will I ever learn an alternate coping device for the rest of my life? Eating emotions is not healthy.
In other pointless news, the virtual model simulator decided that xxx lbs didn't look all that different from xxx lbs and 160 lbs didn't look all that different from 180 lbs or 140 lbs. So go figure. A glitch in the system perhaps.
I forced myself to take Chad for a walk. Who's that you might wonder? Funny and sad that I've never mentioned him but he has never really been my inspiration for losing weight. He's my 2 year old Belgian Laekenois. And no, as you can see, he doesn't look anything like Sena, which at this point is probably a very good thing. He's much more than I can handle right now and I wish I could just have some time alone. But I know it isn't his fault and I'll never take my anger or sadness out on him. That would just be criminal. But not paying enough attention to him is also not a good thing.
Anyway, in the sweltering 90 degree 100% humidity weather, we didn't go too far, but maybe just maybe it'll jumpstart my system into dropping some weight.
I just want to go back to bed. It's better than eating some nasty carbs.
Losing Weight; Finding Men
"Never make someone a priority in your life when you are just their option."