Over a month has passed since my last blog post. Finding that hard to believe.
Most of October was spent sick. I cannot believe it. The horrid cold I mentioned in my previous post turned into a chest infection, with a lingering cough that has only just cleared up. Having itchy bronchial tubes that won't settle with water or cough lollies/syrup etc was the WORST.
Work has been a total bitch - long hours meaning I've been somewhat unreliable for PT. I did at least have a few light and easy meals along the way, so the fat wreck wasn't as bad as it could have been. I'm looking after myself as well as I can in the circumstances.
I did have one active week - bike riding a couple of times! It's good to know I can move more and I'm not getting the pain.
It's not surprising I've put on weight, but how much I don't know. I think it might be time to change the batteries in my scales again, or buy a new set. I can step on and off the scales three or four times and get very varied results. It's messing with my head, so I'm ignoring it.
It's not surprising I've put on weight, but how much I don't know. It's been getting me down. I look at myself in the mirror and I don't recognise myself any more. My belly is now larger than my boobs - and trust me they're not that small. I'm disgusting. I feel ugly and slow. I'm uncomfortable. I'm so tired all the time. I'm sure that is not just the stress but also exhaustion from having to lug my giant but around.
I call this a weight loss blog, but really it's a blog about being a fat lazy cow who can't stick to a program long enough to get real results.
I keep drawing lines in the sand. Not this time. Lines in the sand get washed away by the ocean.
Stay tuned ...