I am looking forward to pumping some iron this morning. I had a dream last night that felt like reality when I woke up but knew immediately it wasn't true. How can something make you so sad? Maybe because deep down I wanted it to be true but know that may never be possible.
Yesterday I need to put behind me so I am not going to re-live it but today I was 136 on the scale. I am actually accepting of that because I honestly thought it was going to be much worse. I ate a lot of sodium/useless calories and I am not proud of it but it's true that once you start crunching you can't stop. Luckily I only ate some sort of tortilla chips and rice cakes and a little bit of cereal. I gave up on the idea that I was going to be accurate with my calorie count and to be honest I didn't even care because I know I am going to give this week my all. I already divided up some powders and things to eat along the way. I am working a double today and supposed to go out later but I really do not even think I feel like it. Right now I just want to be sleeping but since that's not possible I guess I will have to accept the fact that I will be working all day. My goal for this week is to stay true to my calories, stay true to tracking and lose that 1 pound maybe even get to 134 would be awesome. I know it's going to be a slow pace but as long as I keep sodium leves under control, weight things, and measure things I will be ok. I also think that maybe if I have everything with me instead of getting food at work that I will feel less like I am being watched when I weigh things at work. I hate that feeling. I don't care what people think of me but you can't take out that feeling of being the outcast, which I already know I am. I don't drink and I am doing a competition, 2 things that not very many people in this world can say they are doing.
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