Sunday, November 3, 2013

Tasty Feelings

I'm in bad shape right now. And I'm not just talking about my feelings. My delicious, delicious feelings.

You see, I'm an emotional eater. Those of you who get so stressed or sad that you can't eat, I hate you.* I want to be one of you, but I'm not. The minute those bad feelings creep in they start yelling "EAT ALL THE REESES!!!!" and I just start hoovering in all the crap I can eat. Blizzards, cookies, candy, Oreo milkshakes, you name it... and they're often washed down with nachos and a margarita. 

Basically, over the last two months I have turned into a human landfill. All kinds of bad crap has gone in and just hung around, being all gross and stuff (yeah, all that "real food" eating I normally do went right out the window)

No joke, I currently weigh MORE than I did when I was 9 months pregnant with Duckie. Granted, before my dad died, I was already overweight, but I have gained about 15-20 pounds of delicious feelings in the last two months. My clothes are too tight and I've taken to wearing sweatpants 99% of the time I'm not at work (and I ain't gonna lie, some days those yoga pants go to work with me...).

To curb this, starting tomorrow I am going to start the whole eat less & move more thing, even though I so love the eat more, move less diet. I kind of have a vague plan, but it is something to the effect of starting out walking  more  this week and then if that seems to be going okay (I tore my calf muscle and it is just now healed enough to start working out on it) I'm going to start back on Couch to 5k next week. 3-4x a week I'm also going to be doing this diabolical plan that Little Man's godfather (co-founder of PrayFit, fitness guru, and all around good dude) cooked up for me:

5 push-ups
10 body-weight squats
15 crunches
Over & over, as many as possible in 10 minutes.

Just typing that makes me want to die a little.

So that is that... Hopefully in a few months I'll be fitting into my jeans and feeling a little better. And my feelings won't be tasting so delicious.

Also, I leave you with this, because she's basically me:

*I don't hate you, I'm just jealous. I love you. Even if you don't/can't eat when you're sad. 

Day 2:
NaBloPoMo November 2013

1 comment:

  1. I also like the NYT 7-minute workout, and I stay accountable to myself by logging all my food on Good luck!


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