Somehow, I’ve managed to gain 10 pounds in two weeks.
I thought I had a pretty good week. Nope. And it’s legit weight gain. I can tell because my clothes are tight. I’m almost back to where I started in the WH.
I’ve made basically zero progress. I should’ve lost like 30 pounds by now. I am so frustrated with myself.
Whatever, I guess. I could cry, right now. It’s the holidays. People gain. I will try the alarm tracking this week.
It didn’t go so well last night. I ignored the only alarm that went off. But I’m in trouble, here. My clothes don’t fit, so maybe that’ll light a fire under me. It didn’t yesterday, though.
Today is a new day. It’s a new week. It’s an opportunity to make changes. Look, I won’t even wait for the alarm. I’ll go track right now.
I’m going to get back on Connect. I’m going to do that now.
There. Now at least I feel like I’ve done something.
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