Those pesky pounds. . .and I'm not talking about currency. I am talking about the poundage that has become a part of me since our move. More specifically, my thighs! It's been a stressful move; it still is a stressful process. And, guess what! Apparently I am a stress eater.
After a few months in the gym and even talking to my thyroid doc, the extra weight has stayed on. So yesterday I started a process where I only ate fruit during the day, a regular meal and dessert at night, and only water all day.
My life stinks.
I woke up this morning with a huge, huge headache. I think that my body is in sugar shock! It wonders where all the good times went, and so do I.
So now is the time to decide on what is a healthy weight, a manageable weight, a "accept that I am not in my 20s anymore" weight. Since I've worked out and worked out and stayed here, maybe this is my new normal? Maybe I can go eat a brownie now?