LOVE2RUN's Mar 2009 CalorieKing Blog
I will not quit.
Monday, March 30th 2009
"Do you ever get frustrated because things are moving too slowly in your life? Many people don't realize that building a foundation for success does not happen overnight. It is a slow process in which you are constantly working and learning. After all, that foundation must remain strong, even in times of failure or crisis. This takes time! You may have to remind yourself that "failing" is only failure if you quit; otherwise it's a learning opportunity. So don't worry if your life...Never hurt the ones you love
Sunday, March 29th 2009
The snow falls swiftly and silently outside my window. Ripping spring away from my grasp once more. Along with the loss of my sunshine, I, once again, have failed. I cannot control my binging. Therefore, I cannot control my weight. Therefore, I cannot control my self-esteem. I do not understand what makes my brain tick. I do not understand why, while my mind screams obscenities at me, I continually feed my growing lust for food.I'm not hungry. I'm not bored, or am I? What don't i...
I'm lovin' it!
Thursday, March 26th 2009
Have I ever mentioned I
to run? Makes the whole day just that much easier; as HALFTHEMAN would say "I've just done the hardest thing I'll have to do all day". Just gives you that warm, fuzzy feeling doesn't it? Life is Good - Run for it!!
Part II: The day after.
Monday, March 23rd 2009
I very seldom drink, one or two at the most, on a rare occasion. Yet, I imagine the remorse I feel today would be similar to that of a reformed alcoholic who has fallen from grace.It really wasn't a fair fight. At the time, I thought I was battling only one demon; but as the new day dawns and I gaze at the carnage of the night before reflected upon the bathroom scale, I realize, I never stood a chance. It was four against one.
First came the Deprivation Virus. Sneaking around my a...
Part I: The battle was lost before it was even begun.
Sunday, March 22nd 2009
My heart is telling me to stop. My tummy is telling me I'm way past full. My brain is telling me to find something else to do, running through the lists upon lists I've made of what to do instead. Telling me to do something, anything - anything but what I'm doing now.But it's too late. I can't stop it. The binge has begun and I know not when or where it will end. I do know it will end in shame and disgust. A sink full of dirty dishes. A garbage can full of empty wrappers and con...
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