7 p.m. - Are we buying the house?
9 p.m. - We’re buying the house!!!! Yes!!!
9.10 p.m. - OMG WE JUST BOUGHT A HOUSE! :)
9.11 p.m. - WTF :o We bought a house…
9.12 p.m. - our house *giggles* OUR
9.13 p.m. - we.bought.a.whole.freaking.house :o
Sometimes I feel like I’m in a prison and food is the guard that’s keeping me locked inside.
Sometimes I wish I could just stop eating, stop with food, like you could with cigarettes and other addictions, because that’s what food feels to me somtimes: like a very strong addiction.
Food should not be my enemy, nor should it be my friend. Food should be just what it’s suppose to be: fuel! I hate feeling like this…
Can I just say:
87,7 kg as my starting weight!
That’s the heaviest i’ve ever been, in my whole life!
I’ve been in a terrible mood all day :’(
But none the less I had a good first day. I stuck to my plan!
And tomorrow is going to be a great day! ;)
the boyfriend and I are going to look at a house that’s for sale :D so fingers crossed!
Three weeks ago at the doctor: “try not to eat anything you really need to chew on, in order to rest the muscles in your jaw”
Saturday: eats salmon because it’s soft.
Today at doctor: “it looks like foidpoisoning. Try not to eat fruit, raw vegetables, coffee, milk or anything fatty.”
Are you freaking kidding me? :(
Confession number one: It’s been 4 months since I’ve seen the inside of the gym.
Confession number two: I’ve gained all the weight back that I had lost = I’m back at 86 kg :(
‘Oh my god, how is that even possible?’ I have no idea, well actually I do: I’ve been very lazy and stressed. It’s been so overwhelming at work that I just don’t even want to think about working out.
And the problem is: I LOVE WORKING OUT, especially after a hard day at work. It is just the stressreliever I need. But when I get home at 8 PM after working for almost 12 hours straight, I simply can not get my butt to the gym.
But tonight I’m going. My work will still be there tomorrow, so I’ll do it then!
The only problem and confession number three: I’m a bit embarresed to go back to the gym. Since I’ve gained all the weight back and lost all the muscle and stamina I had builed up :( I feel like a failure.
But then again: real failure would mean, never returning, right?