So I was worried about yesterday. I had a decent brunch (woke up late) of around 250 calories. But then in a moment of weakness at the gas station I bought twizzlers and a coke zero. I ended up eating the whole bag of twizzlers. That's "about 5" (according to the package) servings of 130/15. Then when I called my BF after work because I had left my homework at his place, he said I could come by and we could order dinner.
Thankfully when I got there he wasn't even hungry. Around 9 he ended up making bruchetta with goat cheese, tomatoes, onions and pesto. I wasn't happy about the Pesto since it is full of oil, but I talked him out of putting oil on the toast. And he only made 6 small peices for both of us.
Today I waited until I was at home to weigh my self. -.75!! I was so happy.
The day has gone down hill from there. Since I didn't have to work today I have been sitting around. I did great until 1 oclock all I had had was a granola bar 120/15 and I was feeling pretty good. I took a nap and when I woke up I had lunch. Even that wasn't terrible - beans and rice 330/25, but instead of going to the gym like I should (6 miles is on my schedule for today) I've been sitting on my ass watching webisodes online and reading a book. I didn't even do homework! I ended up eating an entire sleeve of crackers. I have to go look at the package for the calorie total there.
I'm so mad because I was so happy this morning. I know I need to get off my ass and get to the gym. Even I just f-ing walk the 6 miles I will burn some of this off. At leas enough that I won't have to gone back to 125 on monday. I'm sick of that number it keeps coming back to haunt me every f-ing monday morning.
I'm just feeling so lazy right now. I just want to curl up with a book, or my cats. I want my BF to get out of school and call me so I can go over and we can watch DVDs. I'm supposed to go to a party tonight, but I am only half interested in going. There won't be much in the way of food for me to eat. The host usually buys chicken wings and pasta with meat in it. The alcohol would be the biggest problem - hundreds of empty calories. The BF doesn't want to go either. It sucks. I go out with him and his friends all the time, but he rarely makes the effort with my friends. Granted, mine tend to be mean to him because he "stole" me away from them. That is they can't try to date me or get in my pants because I'm in a relationship. But even the girls are kinda rude. I took him to one party and the hostess totally ignored him. It made me so mad. Yeah, it's a tight knit group, but he's with me. His friends are always so nice to me.
Arggh...
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