So, it's February. And I haven't lost a single pound. Well, I probably have, but I have also most certainly gained it back LOL. This week alone has held the brunt of my frustration, as I am battling a bout of nausea associated with a round of steroids and antibiotics that were prescribed to me on Sunday. Yay. Exercising is out of the question for the moment. But that doesn't mean that I have to go all out and forget it...right?
And on a whim of magical inspiration, and at the invitation of a friend, I signed up for a 5k in May. That's right, it officially (as of this date) 14 weeks and 1 day away. Hmmm. I do have a C25k (couch to 5k) program on my phone which will come in handy (thank you Meagan!).
All I have to do is do it, right? Just jump right in and get going. But that's a little harder than it seems on the outside. I truly truly truly have an eating problem. Not sure if it's hormonal (getting that checked out in a couple of weeks, as a result of the mess I saw the doc for this past Sunday) or emotional, and if it's the latter then maybe I will find help in "Women, Food and God," which I have just acquired as well.
Either way, this has to stop. I have to put my foot down and tell it no. I have to look my food problems in the eyes, shake my finger, and give it a growl. Because otherwise, I will spend the rest of my life starting over, at a higher and higher weight. And that is never a good thing.
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