I went carb binging. Total consumption of carbs. Fries, shakes, pizza, rice, cookies. What a beautiful tasty mistake it was. It quelled the loneliness I felt, it really did. Briefly. Just like a drug addict's high. And now I face a week of trying to get myself back on no carbs, which is probably more difficult than anything else. Once again, I'm considering the hypnosis route, at $250-500 for 3 sessions. Oh it's only money. What I wouldn't give to not be held a prisoner to my emotions and my love for food. Anyone want to donate? I have a paypal account set up. Seriously.
Not sure exactly what sent me on my carb loading few days. Was it the bathing suits (two arrived with Fugly results, three more to come), the stress of work, the radio in my new vehicle dying, the lack of sex, the idea of spring (I do so love winter), or just my breaking point? And who measures one's torso? And when your torso is OFF the charts for bathing suits, what do you do then?
Feel so miserable, must get myself back to the gym after more than a week away. Hate gym, my once magical haven. Lacking all motivation to change myself right now. I guess I will just wallow here until I find it. Move on to the next blog people, there's nothing to see here.
Addicts, we always think everything is about us.
Losing Weight; Finding Men
"Never make someone a priority in your life when you are just their option."