I've officially hit rock bottom.
And it's really painful down here.
It has warmed up here and I'm sick of wearing sweaters.
So, I went through my closet yesterday.
That was a really bad idea.
Nothing fits. I do mean nothing.
Well, it fits. But it looks disgusting.
It took every bit of self control I had to not go put my face in the toilet and throw up my guts.
And I'll be honest, I got to the toilet.
But somehow held back from putting my finger down my throat.
I settled for lots and lots and lots of tears.
While sitting on the bathroom floor, a lightbulb went off.
*I have my priorities all jacked up.*
For instance, I haven't worked out since Thursday.
Why? Let's just say I DO NOT have a good excuse.
From here forward my weightloss is my Top Priority. Period.
No more going and doing stuff to distract me.
If I want to do something then it will have to be after I work out.
Telling myself I'll do it later obviously does not work.
For the past few months my goal has been to lose weight so I could buy a cute outfit to wear to the Bon Jovi concert. Has that worked? No. Which means it's time for short term goals. Like every week. Maybe you think that's not good. But it's clear that long term goals are not working for me.
My goal for this week is 2 lbs. (181)