haven't posted about weight in a while.... because I haven't been willing to face facts in writing.
While I was on my month long trip, I didn't bother watching what I ate, so, ... Well, I estimate I was somewhere around 250 at my highest, but couldn't bear to look when I first got home. By the time I got around to it, I was at 247, about 10 or so pounds higher than when I last weighed. Sigh. So predictable.
But this morning I clocked in at 2:42, and on schedule to lose all the vacation weight in a month, the same time frame as I gained it.
I'm using this as a reassessment of my rewards/punishments for meeting weight goals. Surely I can find ways to be "Happy" even without eating. Too long I've tied the endorfins or whatever they're called to smiles. What can I do to find bliss even with a rumbly empty tummy? This needs more fleshing out. Pun halfway intended!
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