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2.6 pounds is a stupid amount of weight to gain in a single week. It makes me sad that I don't have the self-control and discipline right now to stop putting shit food into my face or track what I have been eating. Oh, and let's not forget that it's summer and I really like beer. Did you know a bottle of GOOD beer has anywhere from 120 to over 200 calories? Drink 2-3 or those a night and you might as well have gone out for a Big Mac. I won't waist my time on crap "diet" beer - I'd rather go thirsty.
I worked out like freaking CRAZY last week. Zero days off. But it obviously wasn't enough to combat whatever has been going into my pie hole. I have 3 weeks until my beach vacation and I'm no where close to the place I want to be on the scale. My clothes are still tight. I don't like the way I look. I've rocked my 2 piece at the beach once this summer already and in some ways I really don't care that my stomach is squishy and my thighs are fat, but in many ways I do. (Any idea how hard it is to go to the beach in a relatively modest 44bikini with your (almost) 15 year old athletic daughter and her equally thin friend rocking THEIR string bikinis?!?)
This is week 3 of the Shrinking Jeans June Tune-Up challenge and I'm so sorry to my awesome partner, Lisa, because my numbers for Bitches & Hos are just awful this week.
I'm afraid this coming week is going to be so hard. Traveling for a funeral and spending 2 days out of town beginning tomorrow, then K and I are going to a music festival all weekend where you are NOT allowed to bring in your own food or water. Any guesses what my choices for eating are going to be? Think fair food. Fried crap. Hot dogs. And $5 waters. It'll be awesome. NOT.
What do you do when you know the choices are going to be horrible but you have no other options? Do I just not eat all day? I know that really isn't an option, but still. I feel like I have no chance this week. The idea that I might see the 130's again by the fall are also drifting away.