I really need to get back to this... it's helped me so much that first week I tried it. I don't know what the difference is. I have lost motivation. I don't try as hard to exercise and in fact, I don't that I have... at all. Didn't even go for a dinky walk on my lunch break ONCE this week. sigh.
Yesterday Barb and Hannah went with me to look for a dress for a wedding we are going to this Friday. It sucked so much more then I can express. I became so depressed with myself. I really looked terrible in everything that I tried on. MY ARM ARE SO F'ING BUTCH! I haven't been lifting... they are just big... and my underarms are horrific. So I tried like hell to find something that was longer sleeved... which was foolish for the middle of the summer. I didn't find anything. At all. That entire evening. And to make things worse, Barb was just so determined that she just kept dragging me to store after store... she really didn't mean to be rude or annoying or anything... but I was just so emotionally spent that I just couldn't look at one more thing without knowing that it would look terrible on me. I was going to cry. I finally said that I think I need to go home and try again tomorrow... and she FINALLY gave in. One more second and I would have broken down.
So, I have concluded that I will need to get some sort of sleeveless variation and I picked out a semi fashionable cropped little cardigan thing... bleck. Not exactly the stunning look I was going for but... whatever. I will buy some great shoes.
I was so discouraged that I just wanted to come home and eat my heart out. But I didn't. And it sucked. I was up late just feeling terrible. Being up late kept me from the gym this morning. So I don't know how to win this. Adam came over because he knew I was in a terrible mood. He tried to cuddle me when we went to bed and I just had to leave and grabbed a book and said I was going to the sofa to read.... which actually meant I needed to go lay and cry in my own space. He came out that morning to tell me my alarm had gone off and asked if I wanted to go to the gym or climb in bed with him so we could talk. So I climbed in. We didn't talk... I didn't have anything to say. I was still feeling badly about myself.
He got up with me to see me off to work... major deal because he hates the morning. He talked to me while I packed my lunch and made my breakfast. He was amazing. So amazing he made me break down when I was telling him about the stick of a girl who kept hanging around the damn fitting room and telling me I looked "cute" in everything. I don't want to be cute! I want to be sexy! Hot! Gorgeous! Not "CUTE" or have a "PRETTY FACE". I'm going to claw the next person who says that to me.
Anyway, he called me at work to check on me. And when I got back to the apartment he had made the bed, emptied the sink, and vacuumed the floors.... all on his own. All his ideas. I was elated that he was so thoughtful THAT almost brought me to tears! I managed to stick to my diet all the way through everything.
Today:
1/2 wheat pita with Peanut Butter (Breakfast in a hurry!)
1 yogurt
1/2 Turkey Pita with spicy mustard
carrots
1 whole wheat roll
2 pieces of brisket
Salad
Melon
1/2 wheat roll to snack on
2 pieces cheddar cheese
No exercise.
Until tomorrow...