Losing weight
Sucks. I’m starving right now and I just want to eat cookies and pizza and a jar of Nutella.
I honestly didn’t think I would last this long. I know it’s only been about 3 weeks, but I didn’t really do anything crazy to destroy my diet other than yesterday when I downed who knows how many plates of sushi and foods and desserts at Tokyo One. Even when I went down to Houston, I did a somewhat good job of stopping myself when I needed to and sharing my food to prevent myself from eating too much. I’m really good at controlling myself, knowing when I should say no and when I should stop.
I’ve been drinking a lot of water, which if you know me, I hate water. It’s been my new years resolution for like 6 years to drink more water. I was always a juice drinker, but since summer started, I haven’t really had anything other than water. I have coffee in the morning and hot tea in the afternoon but I don’t add sugar in either. Now I actually like water!
I’ve also been working out pretty much every day. I hate running, and back in Amarillo, the only time I ever really went to the gym was when I went to their classes. After forcing myself to run for about a week, it’s become ordinary to my daily schedule that it feels off if I don’t work out.
So I’m really proud of myself. I’m surprised at how motivated I am to lose weight. I weighed myself today expecting to see no change or even a weight gain from the night before, but nope, I saw that I lost about 5 pounds (probably less than that since my weight fluctuates so much). I feel like I look the exact same, but if I keep this up all summer, maybe I’ll reach my goal of losing 15!
Lesson learned: Don’t let stress make you pig out because it’s not worth it in the end since you’re still going to be stressed anyways. So a big fuck you to pharmacy school!
Tagged as: personal. weight loss.
