Warning: I’m in a rotten mood, so brace yourself.
Why is it when I have one or two or even three good days, nothing happens, but when I have one bad day, one, I’m automatically a new (bigger) pants size? Or back size? Or both?
I’m exaggerating…kind of. Except that it’s true that I’ve had no progress for good behavior and plenty of consequence for bad, in the form of just about 20 goddamned pounds. Blue days, exercise have had no impact whatsoever.
I’m so stinking frustrated. I feel like there’s no end in sight. And it just makes me want to eat more. It’s a vicious cycle.
I thought I would reach my goal in spring. There’s no way that’s going to happen, now. I’ll be lucky if I get there this year, at this point.
2022? YOU SUCK!