Week #3

I'm almost embarrassed to write. But this is my blog, so I can do what I want. Today I weighed 228.2.....no progress obviously. *sigh* Losing weight is so hard, and discouraging, but especially around Christmas. With the  6 different houses we had to go to, there was an abode of food at all of them, of course. And also, people to say "Oh why don't you eat some more, here try this, have some of this..." NO. No people. What don't you get about "i'm trying to lose weight"? I don't want to take home your truckload of cookies, and candy, and fattening foods. No thanks.

I'm so glad Christmas is over. It was a great Christmas, I'm just ready to lose weight. I'm so...so sick of being fat. Its literally been putting me in a bad mood lately. Just sickened by the fact that I can't fit any of my clothes. Imagine going in your closet and grabbing a pair of pants. They don't fit. You grab another. Nope. None of them fit. Then you try your shirts, bras, underwear, nothing fits. I hate it. I just wanna fit my clothes again. I can't believe I let myself gain 60 pounds while I was pregnant. How stupid.

And now I'm in a terrible mood today, because I dropped Mike off to play Halo with his brother at 12pm, at 6pm, they still had a WHILE to go. Its 7:30 now, and I'm sure its still going to be a few more hours. And guess what? Mike is cleaning the floors at his school tomorrow, stripping and re-waxing all of them. It takes 3 solid days. So, way to waste the last week of holiday we have together. I feel like crying. What an asshole.

Today I've eaten:
5 egg white
2 cokes
turkey
2 rolls
mini m&m's
handful of kalamata olives
bowl of spaghetti-o's

For exercise I reorganized my entire closet. Went through all of our clothes, donated a bunch to Goodwill. Went and got some new clothes. Took every bit of clothing out of the closet and put it back in, my clothes on the right, Mike's on the left. And folded the pajama type stuff. It took a few hours.