Lots to talk about. I had a great week off! But for some reason today I am gloom.

Here's what I started writing yesterday:: normally I dislike (but still enjoy) a day off here and there, because I'm not consistant with eating or working out, but I kept it together and didn't let crazy Jan Brady out of the cage while on vacation last week AND I have successfully ran 1 mile or more Memorial Day - July 4th! But, flaked on 3.5 days, if there are any mathematicians out there, did I at least get a B? Why the half, bc I talked myself out of .5 more miles. WHO DOES THAT?! I was already running and just said forget it, turn around. My heart wasn't working that day and my brain just let it quit. and, for the first time EVER, I brought workout clothes on vacation and ran 2 miles around the campground on July 4th, my last day of the running quest. Then drumroll, took 2 days off and was back on the asphalt sunday morning. Man, I sure have been eating my Wheaties. But guess what, my scale still hates me. I've only lost 4 lb. since I started getting measured in March and being "consistant" with working out. Sometimes I feel like an absolute failure, but then I have to remind myself how much better I feel because I haven't been yo-yoing with my weight how I used to with binging, because ta-da, I'm NOT binging or drastically overeating anymore. (hope I didn't just jinx myself) Sure, I'll eat garbage from time to time. But I'll try super doooper hard not to continue that to my next meal. Oh wait, no I lied, a couple weekends ago I went to a wedding shower, with the thought of I want to eat alot of food and cake. And guess what I did. Oh and drank beer. So drinking beer, continued the eating. But, the next day I woke up and ran, whether I liked it or not. While I was eating, I didn't feel good, while I continually drank beer, I did not feel good.

And that was how I felt yesterday, today I feel like I ate a brick of cheese. I think the real problem today is my pantalonés. For you non Spanglish people, that means pants, ya very similar. I have had this same pair of khaki's for more than 5 years, NO LIE. and through my ups and downs of weights and sizes, they have always fit me. Just like the sisterhood of the traveling pants. It's creepy weird, so every week, I put them on, hoping for a change in the fit, nope, snug as a bug in a rug, EVERYTIME. I even had to wear a less form fitting shirt today because I feel like a cheese brick. I am on my 3rd nalgene bottle and had 2 LARGE mugs of coffee, so that could have something to do with it. Or wait, maybe it was that large meal of LaCabana I had last night, where I ATE THE BONES!!!!!! I ATE THE BONES!!!!! I had like 3 pieces staring at me and I felt really bad for not eating them, leaving them all alone on the plate, so I quickly devoured them, and washed them down about 20 minutes later with an ooooey goooeeey cupcake. Birthday Dinner. (not mine, but I sure as hell celebrated) So perhaps that's why I have lost my mo-jo today. Or maybe it's the summer solstice or El Nino? Remember him, oh I blamed everything on that poor fella for years! Alright, well, now that I've wasted about 5 minutes of your precious time, goodbye.

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