I gained weight.
I gained fucking weight.
I fucking gained weight.
I am so angry at myself right now.
It's not been a great week.
We have eaten out a lot.
Like -- breakfast, lunch and dinner a lot.
I make the best choices I can.
Except that damn fudge at work. That was not a good choice. And I made it two days in a row.
But mostly I make the best choices I can.
I missed a couple workouts last week.
Life. Holidays. Stuff.
But I got in more than I missed. I really only missed two.
Everything combined in a bad way.
I feel gross.
(And that's a big but, to go along with my big butt. See what I did there?)
I still went to the gym this morning.
I will make the best choices I possibly can today.
I will not let this stop me.
Because it's only weight.
I'm still strong -- I know -- I lifted the hell out of heavy things this morning. I pushed like I was pissed. (Mostly because I was. That helped.)
It's a backslide.
They're possibly worse, even, than plateaus.
But I can beat it.
I can beat the hell out of it.
Head down, power through.