i'm officially the heaviest I've been in three years... with the exception of last may when i came home from a 16 day cruise (but that weight disappeared all too easily ten days later when i had my tonsils out and couldn't eat, lol)
over the last 6-8 months, i've re-gained roughly 15 pounds... a combination of stress and my 'oh, i'll lose it during band camp' or 'i can have one last ____ before i really get back on the wagon' attitude. throw in halloween, thanksgiving, christmas and the **** cookies my roommate keeps on the counter and it was probably more like a quick sprint away from the wagon than just falling off.
it didn't hit me until today that i'd been maintaining as long as I had... i was pushing the three year mark, which in my world is freaking awesome! i was down to the lowest weight i'd seen since before puberty (no joke...) as part of my maintaining, i'd thrown out all my clothes that were a bigger size than I currently wore... which means that for the last 6 months, all of my clothes have went from comfortable/loose to too tight to button (and if you get them on, don't event think about sitting down....). my almost-gone muffintop now looks like one of the giant muffins you get at dunkin donuts (and was probably created by more than a few of them...).
biggest issue however, is that unlike the last time i did this, i don't have any motivation. internal motivation, that is... obviously i have plenty of external things screaming at me. it's a huge fight right now... i'm skipping out on the gym, i'm not drinking my water... and i'm only half-way counting my calories... which means whatever little amount i'm losing isn't enough to motivate me to do better.
i just need to get out of this funk and get my head back in the game... but... but... but....
you get the picture.
