Thursday, May 12, 2011
My school is on the 5th floor of a building with no elevator. There are 26 stairs per flight. I feel like death when I go up them each morning. I am typically carrying over 25-30 pound of guilt grading in my backpack and huff and puff to get up the stairs. I realize that this year as I gained weight, it got worse and worse. I am making it my goal that by June 28th **the last day of the school year** I will be able to make it up the stairs without feeling so terrible. Some days I have to stop and rest, some days I make it without stopping, but am completely out of breath by the time I reach the top. Hopefully, consistent exercise will make them easier.
Today, I ate over my calories, carbs, and fats. I am disappointed in myself for not being consistent so early in my restart. But when I get stressed out, I eat, and this math test might have been the death of me the past two days. At least when I craved something sweet I went for fro-yo instead of the 400 calorie chocolate bar I was eyeing at the store. I hope that tomorrow I will make better decisions and follow my range.