Fail

The whole last week was a failure for me, which is extra disappointing because the previous week was such a win.

It's Sunday and I'm starting anew.

Four days of counting calories and 150 minutes of exercise.  It's totally reasonable.  Let's go!

Results

Last week's goals: 4 days of counting calories and 150 minutes of exercise

Results: 5 days of counting calories and 155 minutes of exercise!!!!

I'm very happy with my behavior last week. I almost made it 6 days of staying in my calorie goal, but had a Shamrock Shake last night along with some food at McDonald's so last night was a little bit of a fail.  But!  Five days of staying within my calorie goal is a pretty big deal for me so yay!

Also, the Shamrock Shake was delicious so no regrets.

The fun part of exercise is that I'm sore all the time.  The good kind of sore.  I know that will go away in a few weeks if I continue to exercise, but I love this feeling!  It's my body telling me it is getting stronger!  NSV!

This week's goal: 5 days of staying within my calorie range and 150 minutes of exercise.

My calorie goal is 1660, by the way.  

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Uhhh...what day is it?

Dang. My days are all mixed up. I thought I weighed in last Wednesday, but it was last Tuesday. Oh well, here are the results from an 8 day week.

Last week: 234
Today: 231

THREE POUNDS! It's been a long time since I've seen a loss like this!

I have been exercising self control, but I didn't think it was 3 pounds worth of self control. This is very motivating!

Four years

Is that how long I've been sick? Four years?  Feels like it. 

Took my last dose of Prednisone and decided to weigh myself this morning for the first time since God knows when.  I was 234 and when I went to write it in my little notebook, I thumbed through some pages and realized that I've been bouncing around the 230s since 2015.  Sure, there's a brief moment when I got into the 220s, but mostly I've been between 231-235 for the last four years.

I want to change it so badly:(

How can you be in control of something and want to change it, but just don't?  So depressing.

I still have this hacking cough.  I even bought some Robitussin to take tonight because I'm losing sleep from waking up to cough.  I do, however, feel much better.  Just this damn lingering cough.

Oh!  And Luke Perry died yesterday.  My heart breaks. I fell in love with him in middle school when he was on 90210 and I re-fell in love with him on Riverdale.  So sad. And so young.

Fat Girl Nightmare

Doctor put me on Prednisone.  You know, the automatically-gain-ten-pounds drug.

It's just for five days, wish me luck.