If your thoughts can do this to water, imagine what they can do to you? We are 70% water, after all.
#yogurt? Yep! #lowfat #healthy #diet #weightloss
Dat probiotic shit. So good.
Thanks for the kind words :)
We definitely need to catch up, though.
when you grab his shaft, yell “pull the lever kronk”
BUUUH. Dat Eezma.
Me at around 150 lbs, my lowest at my 5’ 6.5” height.
I will get back there, and then a little lower.
Goddamnit, I will.
Man, I knew I was outta shape, but holy shit.
I was dying after 15 minutes of elliptical. Jesus. I used to be able to do 45 min to an hour on medium to hard setting no prob. Now I’m hardly able to huff-and-puff my way through 10 minutes.
I did 15 min on elliptical, took a 2 minutes break, stretched, got some water, talked to friends who I went there with, then did another 15 min on the bike at medium setting or whatever.
My legs are jellyish, but I feel good.
May I quote my favourite movie line ever? Yes, yes I may.
“Exercise gives you endorphins. Endorphins make you happy. And happy people just don’t kill their husbands.” -Elle Woods (Reese Witherspoon) from Legally Blonde
Truer words have never been spoken.
Only burned like 380 calories, but you’ve gotta start somewhere, right? Puh.
I’m embarrassed to admit what I’ve allowed myself to become.
A victim of my own crimes.
While I was in Washington for 5 months, I gained 45ish pounds. I was already overweight and wanting to work it off, but I made excuses in WA like…
“It’s raining, I can’t go outside” (which was the most used, as it rained ALL. THE FUCKING. TIME.)
“I’m tired because of work.”
“I’m tired because I didn’t sleep well.”
“It’s too soon, I just ate.”
“It’s too late, I’m hungry.”
It’s affecting my relationship. My lack of confidence has ruined my sex drive, which makes me not want to be physical for fear that Arthur will feel a roll or my stomach or my new double chin will appear, especially when I’m laying down.
As well as Arthur wants me to look good and be healthy, with the health factor obviously a priority. How I looked 50 pounds ago is how he remembers me. It’s disappointing to him. He’ll love me no matter how I look, but let’s be honest. You can lose your attraction to somebody if they change how they look.
I knew this day was coming, where I’d have to make a decision to wallow and allow life to be easy and just eat my stress and fear and sorrow, or to buck up and actually go through with losing the weight and working hard and not making any fucking excuses.
I fear that I’ll lose this wee bit of willpower I have, that I’ll stop working because it’s too hard or I’m not losing wuick enough, that I’ll give up and be right back where I started.. and lose Arthur.
I can’t, won’t, let that happen. I am taking responsibility for my body and my actions and my feelings, and I’m going to change my reality. I’m going to work through the emotional and physical pain and do what needs to be done for myself and for my relationship.
Arthur is my right-hand-man. He’s going to be with me every step of the way, reminding me what I’m working towards, and that it can happen.
I’m going to say FUCK YOU to my hypothyroidism, my depression, my anxiety, and my victim mentality.
Because you know what, me?
SHIT’S ABOUT TO GET REAL.
Since I gained so much weight so quickly, I’ve go stretch marks.
HORRIBLE, RED FUCKING STRETCH MARKS on my stomach, hips, thighs…
I worry they’ll stay with me. I always prided myself on not having any stretch marks, even when I was 170lbs. I still looked good, I was a nympho, and I knew I looked good enough.
But now… I’m just not sure how I’m going to deal with the lasting repercussions of these.
Do they fade?! Do they heal?! Do I have to buy some expensive cream now, or later?! What the fuck is going to happen?!