The last couple of weeks have been crap.
No exercise (except for Monday..tried to get back into thing. I wasn't in it. I was slacking through it). No walking; nothing. No pretending that I was going to exercise. And, I've been sleeping like a bear in hibernation. It's terrible.
At least my eating was creating that lovely calorie deficit without starving myself.
But not this week. Nope, I had take a few more steps backward and ate 2400 calories Monday and 2600 calories yesterday. Those measly calories I managed to burn on Monday mean nothing against those numbers.
Also, doesn't help that my 80 yr old godmother thinks I'm pregnant because I'm sleeping and over-eating.
It's all mental, I know. I know what part of it is. It's the fact that I've lost a ton but i still have a ton and a half left to lose It feels like a losing battle some days. Seriously, like, I drop 41 lbs but still have 69 to go.
There's got to be more to this mental/emotional block and lack of motivation I'm having. You know, aside from me being bummed all the time but that's not unusual (sadly).
*deep sigh*
I guess I need to vent a little. I think I'll go watch biggest loser 8 for a lil motivation. Jillian's screaming and Bob's L.A./Tennessee twang always cheer me up a bit.