|I always say hope is the worst thing you can lose|
Thursday, 22 January 2015
That Didn't Go According To Plan
In further evidence that so far this year really hates me and is getting off to an absolutely terrible start (I'm not even exaggerating) my weight loss plans didn't quite go according to, well, plan. I didn't totally expect them to but I had a small shred of hope you know? For some reason I keep that tiny sliver of hope alive inside somewhere.
As I said my efforts didn't quite pay off. I put on weight; a lot at that. A whole six pounds and I don't even know how. Well, I do. I ate a lot more than I should and I know everything that went wrong. The trick is to make sure they don't go wrong again and to not let this get me down. To be honest though right now I'm so fucking depressed it's unreal. I'll be hitting the gym again today because I made a commitment. That's one upside to having a gym buddy. Guilt makes you go. I don't want to fall off the wagon but fuck, I'm such a mess inside right now.