February 1, 2011 By Christy
- I was just sitting on the couch ‘making muscles’ with my arms, and I reached up and pulled that fat back to see what my arm would look like if that fat wasn’t there.
- I ate 8 cookies yesterday, oh and 3/4 of a bag of chips. At least they were baked, right?
- After reading Colleen’s post yesterday, I did everything she described. Got stressed out, ate, felt better, ate some more, didn’t feel better. But I didn’t write any of it down. I did live it all in my head. As I shoved each handful of chips in my mouth, I said to myself, self, this is really dumb and you are really not hungry but eating because you are stressed right now. My self responded by punching me in the mouth, and then soothing it with a few cookies. It was very Sybill.
- I did drink over 130 ounces of water yesterday, so that counts right?
- I’m supposed to run today, but it’s 26 degrees and so, so windy. I think I’ll skip the run, because my daughter would surely freeze her ass off in the jogging stroller.
- Bootcamp kicked my upper-body’s ass so bad yesterday. It hurts to breathe.
That’s it. Stress. Eating. Not running. A littler sore and dreaming of thinner arms.