I believe the last time I told you my weight I was down to 215. Well…today I am up to 219. The stress and anxiety became my excuse to not care about my health.
I was too tired to work out.
I’m so stressed I need a whole bag of Swedish Fish.
Maybe if I eat this chocolate it will give me more energy.
It won’t matter if I skip my work out today.
I deserve this bowl of icecream.
The worst part of all of this is that I had started seeing results. I could tell my clothes were fitting better. My stomach was shrinking and my muscles were growing. I didn’t need as much at meal time to fill myself. I was eating until I was satisfied instead of stuffed.
Then I messed it all up and the only person I have to blame is myself.
But it’s going to be okay. Because I see the errors of my ways. I see where I have destroyed all my progress. I am not happy with the changes that have happened since I started slacking. So what am I going to do? Get back on that band wagon that I fell off of.
I will pay more attention to what I am eating and I am cutting out my sweets again. I will allow myself to drink other things other than water, but I will have a liter of water with every meal. Then I can drink other things.
I have to get things back on track, because when I take control over what I do to my body, I feel that I have more control of my life and maybe that is the reason I have had so many anxiety/panic attacks.
I have until next Fitness Sunday to make a little progress and I won’t let myself down. I can’t let myself down. I want to be at my healthiest in my 30’s and I don’t want to wait until the end of my 30’s to make it happen.