Okay friends. I'm struggling. Twice this week I've stopped counting. Twice... and it's only Tuesday.
What the crap? That's what I wanna know.
And since I acted in an especially irresponsible manner last night with many, many trips to the kitchen having no regard for the consequences, I ended up with belly ache (no surprise) and had a horrible sleep. Which will lead to a less than productive day. I don't know if I can summon up the inner strength to run today. I want to, I'm just not sure it'll happen.
I'm getting a little sick of myself and this not succeeding thing. I'm not beating myself up too much, but I'm tired of not doing what I said I was going to do.
Just do it already Amanda.
And I want to fit into my cute summer clothes. I really have nothing nice to wear right now.
But the worst, I think, is having to face my husband. He's been rocking the whole weight loss think lately and doing so good. We're supposed to be doing this together, so I hate that I'm not holding up my end of the bargain.
He's done his night shifts now, so he'll be around in the evenings... so that should help.
I'm going to go make myself some coffee.
UPDATE: I managed to jog 2 miles and do a few Pilates moves. So, at least there's that.