I am back from a long absence. In the end of August, I weighed 221 lbs and was on track to keep losing weight. Then grad school happened. I basically became a shut-in, my grad school program is done online, I don't have to leave the house and I DIDN'T. I literally stayed in the house all day, only leaving to pick up my husband. And I was stressed and didn't do the healthy things that I know to do, instead I went across the street and got a bag of chips. It's totally my fault, I knew what I was doing to myself and kept it up. Now I have to live with it. I guess I'm not mad at myself, I'm just sad. Sad I let it happen.
My wakeup call came last week when I flew to Colorado to see my best friend. The seatbelt BARELY snapped into place. I knew I had gained weight (I had popped the buttons on 2 pairs of pants), but I didn't realize how serious it was. When I got home, I vowed to get back on track because in June, we are flying to see my parents and I don't want to have to ask for a seatbelt extender.
We re-joined our gym the other day for a year, the first time in 4 yrs that we've been members. I feel like I am married to the gym now, I don't want to waste the money, so for better or for worse, we are married haha. I hate exercise but I love to lift weights, so that will work out. The only bad thing is that I have to get up at 4:15am to go. Yikes. Thanks for listening to me whine!


