Aw, hell. I woke up feeling like one giant, sore, bunched up muscle; did my weekly weigh-in to discover I had, in fact, gained half a pound; and then--then!--opened the oven to find that my "forgotten cookies" (meringues left in the oven overnight with the heat off) looked hideous, not at all like meringues.
But, seriously, gaining half a pound? Life is truly unfair. I dragged myself from bed to lift weights twice this week; I ordered a freaking steamed dish when we got Chinese; I tracked everything I ate and stayed within supposedly negative caloric expenditures; I let my tummy grumble a little; I did intervals. WHY, WHY???
I suspect I am constitutionally unable to drop weight. Yes, that's the spirit.
Nothing Is Sacred
1 month ago