Last night, I was talking to an ex. He mentioned how I was immature, concieted, and selfish for trying to loose my weight. It hurt so bad.
You see, I've been eating okay with I can cheat whenever I want the last two weeks. This week I got serious about eating well and tracking what I eat. Three days ago, I started to add strength training and cardio. Ever since I've started to I've felt so incrediably great. Maybe I'm proud of myself for doing it or maybe it's cause I have all those exercise hormones going now but it feels marvelous. Sometimes I find myself running in place or fidgeting cause I don't want to be still. I was thinking 3 hours earlier how I was starting to feel like another person. That's why it hurt alot because I LOVE the way I am feeling.
Also, it opened some old wounds from when I was in school. I know I shouted through my tears a litany of things that my obsiety can give me. I worry every day that I will develop diabeties. So, by the end of the conversation, he is apologizing and saying how he didn't know. I doubt that. When I moved out, I explained it to adnaseum. He's the only person in my life that isn't really positive about it.
With all that drama, I was shocked to get on the scale and see I lost 8 pounds. Since I ate out on Monday before I started to track what I ate, I was sooooooo shocked. I was barely hoping for one pound. I am so proud and soon, I will hit my first mini goal. ^________^