I confess with a heart most heavy that I have gained weight.
I formed a special hatred towards my weighing scale this morning when I decided to be a that girl and weighed myself just to see the kind of effort we are looking at that might need to be put to whip myself back in shape and by the heavens I have gained 3 kilos and this is 3 kilos from the weight that I wanted to lose about 3 kilos from, for vanity's sake, which means that now I have to lose a total of 6 kilos, which means that the effort needed to be put in has to be nothing short of focused.
Let us round this number to 5 and Let's say I have 5 kilos to shed, and now I have to figure out exactly what is needed to be done to get rid of this poundage. For which I have to be honest to myself and ask why I gained this weight in the first place when during the month of March depression had caused me to lose it all?
The answer is that I ate! and I ate chips, fun flips, more chips, more fun flips and drank lots of coffee, tea and I didn't even care how much sugar I was taking into my system because I had lost so much weight from the stress that getting high and munching was the only plausible outcome, and add to that my tennis elbow and zero workouts!
The affects of my idiocy became apparent a while later, just as the effects of exercising show not immediately but only when you start losing hope, and it was the past week that made me feel like my clothes didn't sit right on me, the way they usually did that is, that my denims felt a bit tighter in places I never thought they were tight earlier and this morning my scale sealed the deal.It didn't stop moving when I wanted it to and my eyes bulged out of my sockets and fell to the floor and I wish I had washed them in acid before popping them back in my skull!!
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As I was typing this my friend came over and we gossiped for a good part of 3 hours and now I have lost my train of thought
The whole point being project weight loss is a go go!!
