This fitness journey has been everything BUT easy, you hear me? I've been injured, battled The Voices and their manic depression, barely survived holiday eating and frankly, did it all without my old friend, WHISKEY. For that alone I deserve to just wake up 100% healthy and thinner and toned. But since I know that's not how it works, I continue to fight on.
Most recently I'm dealing with N's academic woes and the fact that she may be suffering from some serious focus issues in the classroom and during homework time. Once again, I have to play warden, which in turn cuts into my workout times. ONCE A-FUCKING-GAIN. It's enough to make me want to fall to my knees and pray to McDonald's to put me out of my stressful misery.
Hi, I'm Raquel, and I'm an emotional eater.
With everything pressing on my mind I just want to go into carb overload. Right now I'm thinking about how sweet it would be if I had a tube of Pringles. And I'd wash that down with a bowl of spaghetti and meatballs. And then make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, then washing it all down with milk. Did I mention that I gave up dairy? No whiskey and no tall glasses of milk. Sometimes I wonder how I'm able to go on living.
Luckily I have a great support system that won't let me go back to my fast-food ways and I love them for it immensely. With their encouragement and loving push, I will continue to fight the good fight. Also, I'm a member at a gym these days. Yes, me, at a gym. It was time to step it up a notch and diversify my workouts. My yoga classes are great, but I need something else, something with more pizazz and UMPH.
I'm so close to my goals:
It would suck to give up now, no matter how yummy a tube of Pringles would be at this moment.
*smooches...struggling to kick all my bad habits*
life would be better with a gym buddy, though. le sigh.