Yeah, so much for my goal

Wednesday, July 28, 2010


314. Fourteen pounds over where I was supposed to be by today. Just fucking shoot me already.

I know I've been eating badly. Yesterday was a bowl of low-sugar oatmeal (breakfast), a Thai chicken wrap, Doritos and a cookie for lunch, a protein shake for dinner, and two tortillas, a chicken curry pocket thingy and a Weight Watchers ice cream bar because I'm under a LOT OF FUCKING STRESS THAT I CAN'T TALK ABOUT IN PUBLIC. FUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCK!

Mind you, I'm still exercising -- after last night's little pigout I went to the gym, lifted weights and rode the bike for 40 minutes. Didn't do shit, probably because of all that sugar. Just...fuck.

I've got to come up with a decent stress-reducing technique. Yoga doesn't seem to do anything. And I can no longer eat. Great. What I need is a pile of wood and an axe, or the modern equivalent.


Walt said...

The scale is a lying bitch. Don't listen to it. Stacy paid it to say bad things to you.

Melanie said...

I wouldn't put it past her. Stupid scale.