Ignore my tickers. The numbers are really wrong.
I feel like this year have been a real bear (I work at an elementary school and new teaching/testing standards have been kicking my butt). We just had Spring Break, and while I was kinda (really) off the rails since Christmas (I’ve been yo-yo-ing like crazy), I went totally bonkers for the last week and a half, eating, eating, and eating and not exercising at all and watching seven series of
Red Dwarf. I refused to weigh myself; I didn’t want to know what kind of damage I’d done to myself. Since I gain water weight so easily, I feel like I could have gained like…twenty pounds of water, I was that insane. It tends to happen after I've been really good for a week.
Thinking that I couldn’t last but seven months on my own is depressing. All that work…poof.
Not to mention how I’ve come to the conclusion that my only real chance of looking normal is with plastic surgery. That’s a depressing post for another day.
Sorry about the rant. I've just wanted to cry all day.