The superbowl KILLED me last night.
I ate so much food and drank way too much beer. I woke up this morning feeling miserable about myself. According to the scale I ate a good 3lbs onto myself (don't think that's commpletely accurate). But I tried to get on the eliptical but I felt so sick at my stomach from everything. I did 15 min then took the dog for a mile walk. I feel so bloated and miserable from all of the salt...then I turn around and TOM starts his visit. GREAT, could I feel any worse????
On top of feeling like the BLIMP, I have a training to facilitate today at work and all I want to do is go to bed. I am going to work out again tonight I guess. I set a goal for myself to loose 10lbs by Valentines Day. That is a big goal, but until last night I was so motivated and staying on track. Then I pushed myself back really far.
I'm in the pits right now...I don't know if its TOM or the fact that I look like I got stung by a bee because of all of the fat/sodium I consumed last night. BUT regardless.
I'm in a rotten mood and hate myself right now. blahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
on the plus side, I am going to purchase my gym membership tonight.