Sunday, August 14, 2011
I weighed myself for the first time in a couple of weeks to find that I was still 60 kg. After the way I have been eating I was convinced I had gained weight. Well, I didn't. And of course I had to celebrate by pigging out. Not so much to celebrate, but I had a visitor yesterday, who is always complaining that I don't have any snacky stuff in the house. The thing is, when I have snacky stuff in the house it gets eaten. Which means there's non left when he comes to visit. So this time I went out and got some. Waaaaaaaay to much of course and now I had to help eating it.
I know: Excuses, excuses and more excuses, but I refuse to be miserable in life just because I want to be thin. What's the point in living longer if your life is going to be miserable as a result of all the things you can't have. There is a limit to how far I'm willing to go for this. Besides. I'm on a healthy BMI, so all weight loss from now on is purely for cosmetic reasons.
That doesn't mean I'm going to strop trying. I'm just going to stop fretting about 'failure' when I do pig out every once in a while.