I am fed up with my weight loss setbacks! Whether the setback comes in the form of a funeral, the plague, crazy deadlines, or spur of the moment appointments; setbacks are no longer welcomed here! Good riddance! I have an appointment to get my feathers clipped because these arm wings are getting out of hand. Don’t even get me started on my muffin top that just keeps rising. Seriously, I could feed all of the starving children in Ethiopia with my sweet treats.
The beginning of last week was kickass! My muscles were moaning from the tortuous pleasure I was experiencing at the gym. (I’m not the only one who gets their jollies off with a good workout!) The heavy breathing, muscle burning, rush of endorphins I get from a good workout is exhilarating! Sheesh! You would think my gym workouts are a soft porn!
And then came the weight loss setbacks
I swear funerals are the Mac daddy of weight loss setbacks. Everyone is stressed out and busy with things so they mindlessly eat. I like to eat and I won’t sit here and say we didn’t indulge in some ice cream… multiple times. Eh, I guess I’m a naughty girl in more ways than one.
Even with our ice cream binge, last week wasn’t a total loss. After two days in the gym I saw the reduction in my bloating and felt like a sexy beast again! Bow chicka wow wow! I did good eating when Daddy Michael WASN’T around me with his cheating habits. Sigh…
Here’s to maintaining my attitude and sticking with it through this rollercoaster known as life!