I gained a miniscule amount of weight and of course it has sent me off into depression/sad sack land. Instead of going to the gym, I ate a whole pack of Ritz crackers. Way to go dumb ass. (Although I did work on my socks that I'm making for myself).......

And to make it even MORE assanine, my whole CK directive for the next few days is all about set backs.

Oy Vey.

I get so unmotivated so fast.


Can't I just sit in front of the TV, eat cookies, feel sorry for myself and loose weight all at the same time?

Maybe one day it won't be like this.

Yeah right.

I see myself svelt and pretty again. The reality is so far from it, it's ridiculous.

Back to the gym, TONIGHT, dummy.

Stop being lazy, go buy some damn food if your hungry, and quit settling for whatever substitution you can find in the kitchen, no matter what it is.

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Went to the gym. I freaking hate, hate hate when the elliptical (or treadmill) resets itself. It did it tonight and I lost all my workout info for the first 20 minutes or so I had been working out. So freaking STUPID!!!!

I started over. It's just a pain.

I worked my ass off though and sweated through it and didn't give up. YAY!

I need to be there every night. Every freaking night. GAH.

I'm feeling better about myself I guess. I'm just disappointed, I totally know better than this. I just can't let gaining weight be the "be all to end all" of my existence. It's just not worth it. I mean really- A whole pack of Ritz crackers because I was so depressed about gaining. And really, truly what did THAT do for my ass (literally)?

One thing though, I was REALLY hungry too and I didn't have any "friendly" snack foods in the house....so I have to be on top of that.