I feel for Amelia Earhart and all those other souls lost somewhere in the purgatorial void that is the Bermuda Triangle, because that's where I am right now.
I haven't been able to really shake myself out of this rut, and I'm doing a half-assed job at everything. I'm kinda, sorta exercising.
Kinda, sorta watching what I eat.
Kinda, sorta counting points.
And kinda, sorta drinking water...when I run out of soda.
"Well hello Mr. Half Ass! When did you roll into town?"
I hate being this way, but I'm just stuck right now in weight loss limbo.
I'm hating the exercise.
I'm hating the tracking.
I'm hating the frozen lunches I eat everyday.
I'm hating not just eating what I want, as much as I want, and whenever I want.
But, I still really, really hate being fat.
I think I need to remind myself of that more often.
I hate being fat.
Hey you! Yeah you!! Don't forget that you HATE being fat!
Yeah, that outta do it.
2 comments:
All right girl! Enough! Kick the demons #@&! Set that new goal. How am I supposed to be motivated if you aren't? You are setting the bar for us other fat girls. That enough guilt for you yet? I'm Catholic so I can keep it coming. :)
Cap Mr. Half Ass gansta style! Keep your goal in sight!
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