Counting every single calorie makes me want to rip my stomach out and hurl it across the room.
The scale showed me a horrifying number this morning: 343.4. That's higher than my starting weight. What the hell? I told myself not to let the scale bother me, but that's hard. Especially when I've been cutting back my calories, not drinking soda, and working out every day (by the way, I did workout last night for 20 minutes + 10 minutes of weight lifting). I have to keep telling myself that this is what happens; weight fluctuates. That's the whole point of me weighing in every day, to see that fluctuation. I just wasn't prepared for it to go down every day and then jump right back up in 24 hours.
I did go over my calorie budget today, by about 500 calories. I blame that on this morning's ordeal. Not a good excuse at all, I know. It was carb heaven today. I still have to workout, and I promise I will. I'm proud of myself for at least being consistent with the physical activity. And...I came so close to grabbing a Coke today. So so close. I even told myself that I wouldn't count it and wouldn't tell anyone I had it, but that's not what matters. I set a goal to not drink any soda for a week, for myself, and whether or not I hide it I would be disappointing me. I'm tired of letting myself down.
So the fight continues. I will not give in.
Have a great night everyone. <3
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