Life can be a bitch or a party....
I weighed in at 192 pounds this week. So now I have to say I've only lost 99 pounds and I've been kicked out of One-derland...but no, I AM still IN One-derland, I just can't say I've lost 100 pounds right now. OR I can say I lost 100 pounds and gained back one, so now I have only lost 99 pounds. How neurotic we foodies/fatties/health-nutters/crazy/sane/normal people we can be.
...but I have stopped smoking, for over a week now.
...and I am tired of calorie counting and don't really think that is the problem anyway.
...plus I know one thing I haven't been doing...walking. So I am adding more walking back into my life.
...and then there is the Taekwondo that wasn't working for me. The class times are bad for my life. In the end, the cost will be too much to continue on, so I have decided to discontinue that.
Am I suffering with depression? Am I overly stressed in my life? I don't think so. I am not thrilled with the scale. I am concerned with the expansion in my waist. I've gained several inches that are in no way related to the scale readings. It is like I have a bunch of air blowing up little balloons in my belly. I am hoping this is a reaction to the excess sugars from drinking a bit more wine than usual. I don't have wine in the house now as the last was finished over a week ago. I've added the walking back in for four out of the last five days. I am still eating pretty good I think. If things keep going the wrong way, I am not sure what I will look at next.
See you soon.....I am going to go party now, with nature...Walk-on dear readers!