Friday, October 05, 2012
I think I should have done measurements and taken real note of clothing size before I got serious about my weight in August. Sure, it was easy to just pull on cute capris that come in sizes Small-Large instead of sized jeans, but now it's fall and it's time to put the capris away. I tried on a couple pairs of my size 16's that were snug in March, and they're not even CLOSE to fitting now. That means I'm now an 18.
I hate being such a downer, but it's really depressing. I'm trying to remember that those jeans probably didn't go past my thighs two months ago, but all I see right now is that I'm just a size even bigger than where I should be.
I just have to work harder, which is the frustrating thing because I thought I was already working hard enough. My goal seems so much further away, and sometimes it just feels like I'll never reach it.
But every day, I'm still doing everything I can.
Except yesterday, dang it. I had P90X strength training scheduled. Then I got some less-than-stellar news about my mom's already declining health, and I just plummeted. I skipped my workout. I went walking until I sweated like a pig, but I stopped at Tim Horton's and got a pumpkin spice muffin and a mocha latte.
AND I WONDER WHY I'M STILL FAT?? Because I did this!!