Ha, remember last week when I was 80kg? *sigh* Well, I had a week of going completely off the deep end, and I’ve gained a whole stack of weight back on. I was busy, I didn’t exercise, I ate badly (on purpose) and basically had a dummy spit. Why should I keep having to exercise every day to lose this weight? Why should I have to think about every damn thing I put in my mouth? Why am I still unhappy with myself no matter what freaking size I am?
So much has been going on. If you have a spare five minutes, check out my main blog – I write daily there, and it will fill you in.
I also lost my beautiful rabbit Lucy this morning, she died in my arms and I’m feeling so completely alone right now. It’s the 1st of October, the last day Lucy got to run around on the grass. A day I’ll always remember. And it’s also a great time for me to start over, to really do this thing.
I have less than three months before I go overseas to England. I was SO close to hitting under 80kgs, and now I’ll have to work back down to it.
And best of all? I booked a holiday for next August/September – going to Hawaii, and then doing a huge tour of the USA for six weeks. If travelling in the summertime (to beaches!) isn’t enough to get me moving, I don’t know what is.
I’m back on the bandwagon. Bring on October. (And take away all of the pizza!) I ran for 5km today, and walked for 1km. (In intervals, of course. But maybe one day.)
